Why Socks Matter
My mom will be thrilled to know that I bought a hair barrette yesterday. After reading the directions, I even installed it correctly.
I’ve been using my glasses on top of my head to hold my hair up, but the bow that’s bent on the right side keeps it from a snug enough fit and I needed an alternative. The barrette didn’t work. I still couldn’t see.
And let me tell you, it was an altogether unpleasant experience I don’t plan to repeat.
I finally called my friend Helen, who gives me a haircut and wonderful, intelligent, witty conversation two (or is it three?) times a year.
I’ll get that haircut today.
Tomorrow, I will gain back the three minutes a day I’ve been losing to doing something to my hair every morning.
I’ve been known to pick up a sweatshirt from the floor and put it back on for the day. Wrong side out.
My favorite jeans are like window blinds turned open, and you can see through the front from the back.
I got my ears pierced in the seventh grade but haven’t worn earrings (save the occasional wedding in which I wear a goofy dress for a good friend) since I was 18 and the holes still won’t close.
Some things are just not that important to me.
But shoes and socks? Crucial.
Clean, dry socks. All cotton. Even with flip flops.
And snug, secure shoes to make my feet feel all safe.
That’s all I ask.
And because she’s open minded like that (or, had a dreadfully weak moment), Nancy Franson’s letting me talk about going barefoot (and another fella who had to take his shoes off) over at her place today. Come on over and join the fun.
Well, as much fun as you can have without your shoes on, anyway.
I’d be keeping my feet all safe in your line of work, too. But I do love those slippers.
2012/02/15 at 10:06 AM
Boots most days. Even a special pair for roof crawling. But I do like those slippers he gave me for chilly mornings around the house. (As long as I wear socks so my feet don’t get sweaty.
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2012/02/15 at 12:32 PM
With or without hair adornments, you’re beautiful inside and out!
*and I’d be barefoot 24/7 if it were socially acceptable and I lived in a warmer climate.
2012/02/15 at 10:58 AM
Ha, Patty, better without the hair adornments. Oh. My.
And I just can’t do the barefoot thing. Nope. I feel so vulnerable without shoes.
Dumb. Yes. But real. Also yes. I think that’s why it hit me that God had Moses remove his shoes. I’d have offered something else.
2012/02/15 at 12:33 PM
Barefoot, eh? (I’m writing with my Canandian accent today.)
When I read the word barefoot in the opening of your post, I remembered that your grandmother Edna would quote the first two lines from “The Barefoot Boy” by John Greenleaf Whittier. The second line reads “barefoot boy with cheeks of tan”. I think she really like to say that and it was usually triggered by one or more of us wandering around barefoot.
But then I think too, of “The Barefoot Contessa” a 1954 film starring Humphrey Bogart and Ava Gardner; or Ina Garten, the Food Network’s Barefoot Contessa chef; or Barefoot Wine; or Barefoot Coffee from California; or “Barefoot Boy with Cheek” by author Max Shulman.
Well your boys don’t go barefoot, they are usually in their stocking feet in the house, their shoes, complete with oars, piled up by the door.
Moses had to take off his sandals to approach God. Thanks to Christ, we can approach Him, sins and all.
Dad
2012/02/15 at 3:20 PM
I’ll bet it felt funny just typing that word … “barrette.” =)
Now I’ll just skip over to Nancy’s and enjoy you a bit longer.
2012/02/15 at 5:12 PM
i’ll give her one of my barrettes… she needs at least 1…..or 2:>)
2012/02/15 at 6:33 PM
Haircut, Mom. Today.
Not enough left for the barrette business.
2012/02/15 at 6:35 PM
Watch that barrette talk. Here in Wisconsin, a barrette is a small drinking establishment frequented by winebibber-ettes. Instead of holding up hair, its where people let their hair down! Frankly, those of us whose heads are bare-ettes, I see no need for barrettes!
2012/02/16 at 5:19 PM
Oh, goodness, two of my favorite people in one place. I’m heading over.
2012/02/15 at 7:48 PM
i hate barrettes in my hair…but they might be nice to use in a mosaic.
2012/02/15 at 9:08 PM
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I love this! Especially the part about gaining the three minutes daily, it cracked me up! I’m so thankful to Sandra for sending me today. Thank you for being such a great example of a friend.
2012/02/16 at 2:56 PM
Oh, I loved this! I am a total sock person! Well, except for the flip flops. And the rare occasion for heels, of course. Some things are not that important to me either. So glad I got to read this!
2012/02/16 at 3:10 PM
Very good to find our barefoot friend over there. I was hoping to see him.
By the way, in September I cut my hair way short for a Locks of Love donation. I’m still waiting to get out of the barrette phase. (But I don’t use them. Instead I roll up a bandanna to use as a hair band.)
(And for some reason I’m thinking that God asked him to remove his sandals but did not say to shave his head….)
2012/02/17 at 3:13 PM
I.despise.shoes.
They come off the moment I come in the door.
But I have some socks that are true treasures. Like the ones Jesus gave me.
And the ones my mother gave me.
2012/02/17 at 5:28 PM