I hate this time of year. I have to put away my fun summer shoes and – gah! – once again wear socks. My toes are very sad right about now. Although I’m in desperate need of a pedicure, so maybe this is a good thing.
I’m back to my responsible shoes now. Although looking at them in this picture, I can see that they at the very least need a good polish and at the most replacing. By something more fun.
This isn’t the part I hate the most about this time of year. I hate having to wear socks. At least when I go to work they aren’t the constantly running, itchy, icky, old lady nylons women used to have to wear. I can get away with socks that are far easier to put on.
But then this happens.
About forty times a day. I pull them up, they slide down. Then I get irritated and leave them there.
Granted, they’re still better than nylons. MUCH better. And it isn’t just these socks. This happens no matter what socks I wear.
I have to be doing something wrong. And since we in Chicago have another eight months before my toes will see the light of day and be freed from their confines, can any of you help me out here?