(Read The Joys of Unpacking for another positive post reflecting my impeccable tidiness)
6 Puma lone puma socks. This picture truly sums up my organizational skills.
I plan on wearing the powder pink and baby blue socks with one another, in case I ever want to wear my Phi Beta Kappa honors society cord again.
That's right, the honor cord for allegedly a selective honor society chose these beautiful pale colors to represent their prestigiousness. Don't they just scream: I'm going to a baby shower?? (specifically, where the sex of the baby is unknown and/or the mother-to-be is having a set of fraternal twins with opposing sexes?!) I'm constantly trying to master that look. Now my socks, that don't actually match, can match my honor cord. Why am I so fashionable?
The good news is, 2 other puma socks came out of the dryer this morning. The bad news was, one was purple and the other was green. I wish I was making this up.
The answer to this is to never wear socks. And when it's the dead of winter and you have to, just wear mismatched socks on purpose. Problem solved!
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