You know how people joke about getting socks for Christmas? Like socks are a disappointing, boring gift?
Not around here.
Sliding into a soft pair of new socks is almost enough to make me forget how much I miss wearing sandals. They're like a treat to encourage my cold feet to make it through the winter ahead.
I especially love the details- orange stitching along the toe, a purple heel, maybe a ruffle at the top. I am completely enamored with hidden details on clothing that will usually only be seen by the wearer. It's like I'm wearing a fancy secret.
This year, Steve outdid himself by getting me these socks. Yes, that is a fox. Fox on socks. It's like I'm in a Dr. Seuss book.
I received lots of thoughtful gifts this year, but there's just something about socks. They're hard to beat.