Before I begin this tale, you must understand that while our neighbours to the south are remarkable similar to us Canadians, there is one crucial difference. When we enter someone’s home, unless expressly told not to (and often we ignore that instruction) we take off our shoes. It’s an automatic thing. Close the door and take off the shoes.
Last Christmas my sister got me these socks. These very comfortable, make my feet smile and go ‘ooohhhh’ socks. Not long ago though I discovered they were not the perfect socks. You see – they shed. I think they are fleece or flannelet or something. I hadn’t worn them up until recently as it wasn’t cold enough. The first time I wore them was when I went to our most recent girl’s night with the friends I went to school with. It was the middle of the evening and I’d been walking around with very happy, comfy, cozy feet when I felt this rather large lump of something soft and gushy at the bottom by my toes. I tried rather unobtrusively to remove my sock and see what was at the end. Unfortunately I’d had a couple of glasses of wine and it’s hard to do anything unobtrusive with a nice wine glow going. I got the sock off and there was this huge clump of fluff. I’m talking Very Big. My socks were shedding! It seems though that I was observed and my friends got quite the kick out of me. The worst part though was the shedding wasn’t only happening on the inside of my socks. I kind of looked around and all over the light beige carpet were little balls of navy blue shedding sock stuff. I was horrified! The more I looked the more navy blue balls of shedding sock bits I found. The friend who was hosting the party didn’t seem to mind that there would be major vacuuming to be done the next day.
Sadly, I didn’t learn my lesson. Or I thought they had shed all they’re fluffy stuff. I wore them next to my neighbours’ house for our weekly ‘talk and watch Survivor night’. I hadn’t really thought about what I had on my feet until I got up to go home. I glanced down and there were little navy blue bits of shedding socks on her carpet. A dilemma! Do I confess to the little blue bits being from me socks or do I pretend I don’t notice? For the most part I’m a very honest person, but occasionally I’m not quite as honest as I know I should be and I already went the ‘confess and turn red’ thing. So, being a coward, I decide to let it remain a mystery to her where the little blue shedding socks bits came from. She probably didn’t realize they used to be attached to my socks. Now my neighbour occasionally reads this blog so if she does, here is my cowardly confession. Those navy blue bits are from me.
But if it’s any consolation, I’ve been wearing them around the house. They make my feet so happy and cozy. And I have little blue bits All Over The House! And I’m to damn tired to vacuum.