One of the great things about getting older is I just don't care whether I am in style or not. I wear what I like and am comfortable in. My closet holds enough clothing, but not a large amount. You can only wear one outfit at a time. But I like my socks. Some are plain, but others... Holidays, stripes, animals, designs. You can find them all. They are unexpected. Not necessarily wild. They make me smile.
My socks are like my life. Comfortable, enough but not too much. The way I like it. Perhaps surprising to others. Something fun and unexpected underneath what you see with a first glance. A way to quickly make a statement in a small, mischievous way. A bit of diversity to combat boredom. Creative freedom meant just for me -- and anyone who takes the time to see my socks.