Monday Musings on fuzzy socks

I was pretty tickled with myself for rocking the streaks and settling into a routine in October. November was going to be even better. Then ... plot twist ... a three week road trip blew my routine to shreds. It was a good--safe!!--trip but this post isn't about the trip. 

The post is about fuzzy socks (stay with me ... there's a connection, really!). 

I love the idea of socks and have a drawer full of them (there's even a store in The Distance Home that was inspired by my fascination with the Little Missmatched store and their, you guessed it, miss matched socks). Here's the think, though, I don't actually like wearing socks. You kinda have to wear them with most shoes but I've always preferred going barefoot at home. 

Maybe it's a function of getting older, but in the last couple of years I discovered the joy of warm feet in the winter.  

How does this tie back to the road trip? Easy ... we went to Missouri, Colorado, and Utah in November. All three locations had already seen their first snowfall. While packing, I shoved a pair of fuzzy socks into my bag, thinking they'd come in handy since we were staying at an AirBnB and hotels (I like hotel carpets even less than I like wearing socks).

Talk about an attitude change! I took the fuzzy socks off to wash and when I needed normal socks that fit in shoes (and no, borrowing my kid's shoes so I could stay in thick fuzzies wasn't an option). 

Since returning home, I've ordered several new pairs and grumble  when I have to leave the house and need to change, even temporarily.

Here's to happy, toasty feet! 

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