Sock Magic

Clouds scudded across the sky, pulling down the degrees. Weird weather. Chilly feet.

Reaching into the suitcase, she felt them. One of the new pairs, found during a much dreaded and random venture into a mall. Shudder. Socks on sale. Well, who doesn’t need more socks, of one kind or another? Socks for business, socks for sports, socks for hanging… cozy socks for curling up fireside, breathable socks for hiking that won’t slide down into your boots.

She was about to ignore the large and fairly obnoxious SALE sign until she spied these, hiding out on one of the lower racks. Ankle high, in muted shades of business blues and greys, these had the whispered allure of the multi-purpose sock. Business or pleasure? Perhaps both or all three. A definite boon when traveling.

Three pairs for the price of one came home with her that day. Pricey sockage, she thought, but her favorite, old, organic cotton ones were wearing thin and would most likely survive about one more airport. Bamboo socks. Interesting concept. She wondered if it was like tencel. Soft, and a better environmental alternative. Who doesn’t like bamboo? A grass, not a tree and therefore grows like the proverbial weed…sustainable, right? Lovely.

What did it for her was the vibe.The feel of them was different… intriguing. Soft but durable, not likely to ball up and shred. One in each of her…