This weekend the Princess and I were out shopping and I told her that I needed some more socks and undies.
Now for those of you that intimately know me, you know I’m OCD about good socks and underwear.
God forbid if my undies have a tiny hole in them or are “stretched out and baggy” in any way. I don’t mind wearing ratty sweatshirts and painted sweat pants, but I draw the line with baggy, holey underwear.
No siree, Bob.
And don’t start me on socks.
I DETEST stretched out, holey socks.
As I mentioned in one of my previous posts, I don’t do the “Pippi Longstocking” look.
Drives me batty when I see people walking around in public with flimsy, stretched-out sport socks flapping around their ankles.
Che schifo! (How disgusting!)
I don’t do “CHEAP, flimsy-looking” socks, either.
Especially sport socks.
And have you priced a pair of thorlo sport socks, lately, People? You need a second mortgage on your house, to purchase a pair.
I don’t have expensive clothing and jewelry, but if I get into an accident and get taken to the hospital, with my sport socks and undies still miraculously attached; at least the medics will be cutting into quality, well-made underwear and socks, to get to what’s remaining of my menopausal, puckered, (slightly) fluffy body parts.
So, anyway, I told the Princess that I needed some more of the Nike no show socks.
I didn’t like the look of the low cut socks that I was wearing with my new sneaks, and I needed more of the “no show” kind.
So, the Princess gives me one of those “you gotta be kidding me looks” and sternly says, “Lucie, you’ve got 4 drawers of sport socks! You’re telling me you don’t have ANY low cut socks in those 4 drawers of socks?”
“No”, I innocently answer. “I didn’t say that. I said that I need more of the ‘no show’ kind.”
“Lucie, she patiently responds, “I KNOW you’ve got the ‘no show’ kind. Have you gone through your sock drawers, lately?”
“Ma, che sei grullo! (How stupid are you?)” I answer.
“Who the hell has time to go through 4 drawers of socks to look for a particular kind of sock, for Pete’s sake?” I continue.
“I’m retired, not bored.”
Well, I’m bored and decided to “organize my sock drawers” today, after buying 6 more pair of “no show” sport socks, People, and I shamefully stand before you a woman acutely in need of a sock intervention!
Yes, I can’t believe it, but I’m the Imelda Marcos of sport socks and desperately in need of an intervention program.
I’m sitting in the middle of 97 pair of multi-colored, various-styled sport socks that can be used for biking, hiking, skiing, snow shoeing, walking, gardening and a host of other activities, and have ONE (yes, you read correctly), ONE pair of nylons that I’ve had so long that I think they’re actually coming back into vogue, again.
Is there a 12-step recovery (sock) program for people like me?
Oh well, as my 99-year old Aunt Molly likes to say, “Cazzo, what ‘cha gonna do?”
Hope your 4th was filled with good food, the company of good friends, and much laughter.
Have a good week, People, and I’ll catch you next time, with another adventure, looking at life from MY shoes!