Socks

I love socks.  I have drawers full of them.  I weed them out occasionally, but mostly I just wear them, toss a few hole-y ones, and get more.  I was on a quest today.  It's a long and complicated story, but I've been looking for some sedate blue ones to wear with my jeans.  After some frustrations with the Internet (does anyone but me ever feel overwhelmed at all the choices out there?) decided to do a shop hop looking for socks.

Started at Kmart - I've long been a fan of their Joe Boxer socks.  Not much luck.  Next stop: Walmart. There's a reason I'm not a huge Walmart fan.  Kohl's will surely have something.  Nope.  Not even anything worth running home for my 20% off coupon. By that time I was done, ready for a roast beef tostada at Cafe Rio which I ate while looking at the stack of catalogs I received in the mail today.

Ended up back on the Internet.  Am trying a brand I haven't tried before, am anxious for them to arrive so I can give them a dance through my day.  Today, though was my purple sock day!  These particular socks were a gift from a sweet friend - she picked them up on their Alaskan cruise.  I love their warmth and softness.  And it makes me smile in my head all day long knowing (and no one else does) that I'm wearing these very fun purple socks!

Since The Husband is out of town, I'm the only sleeper in our bed.  Last night was another cold night so I just took all the pillows off and crawled in the covers underneath the bedspread.  Making the bed this morning was fun - a complete snap!  Just smoothed down the spread, re-positioned the pillows and the bed looked like it hadn't even been slept in.  I'd much rather, though, be making it after having The Husband there with me, it's so much better sleeping when he's around.

I had to snap this shot of the creek alongside a portion of the trail I walked this morning.  15 degrees out when I left the house.  Close inspection of the creek will reveal it's total frozen state.  I kept wondering what the muskrats do when it freezes like this.  I loved being out there in the beauty of the sunrise no matter the temperature.  Layers of clothes make me look like the Michelin Man, but I don't mind, my morning walk was well worth it. (Besides, no one on the trail in those temperatures is going for style queen!)

Tonight I'm grateful for gift cards to Amazon, for my fun purple socks, for a browse through Hobby Lobby.  And especially for forgiveness.  I needed it.