I have white socks with Tweety all over them. I couldn't find any similar pic to post. Probably for the best.

Socks But No Shoes
 

I don't even know if I have the strength to write all this... but here we go...

So today was the dreaded match and purge black socks day (and other items). Yep, I have black socks of various lengths, hues you name it. Fun, fun, fun trying to match those puppies up. Fortunately, I was texting with a good friend, which did make the dreary chore much more pleasant. There may have even been some meta sock commentary involved. Even after the purge of mismatches, I still have way more black socks than I will ever need.

My Hanes classic white ankle socks arrived in the mail. Hooray! They are quite comfortable. However, thanks to Dapper, I am now not so sure I like the length. Gee thanks, lol.

(Nail clippers from California arrived fine. But how about my tennis shoes and flip flops??? Nooooo. What do I wear my new socks with? Yesterday I came home from lunch- Mexican food and a massive margarita- to find my nail clippers in the mail box and a box on the porch. Only the box was for a Jennifer. No Jennifer lives here, not to mention this isn't Bluefield Road, not even close. So I call the post office, they come and get Jennifer's box to take to her. Since I got a package in the mail box, I thought I got everything for the day. Plus I was a bit foggy from the margarita. I don't drink all that much, especially at lunch time, but trust me I needed it. But no, apparently I got Jennifer's stuff, and someone- perhaps Jennifer- got my shoes. Tracking says delivered. Yeah I guess. Just not to me. Today I get up and call the post office. The mail man brings me my socks and underwear. He says he will look for my shoes. Still no word. I call the post office late afternoon. They are gonna get back to me on that. Oh geeze. At least I got my hair cut today, that always makes me feel better.)

nothing special-- work socks. So I'm not gonna post since they aren't "CUTE".

You DO know you are going to give Tick a heart attack, right?

Not very nice.

https://encrypted-tbn0.gstatic.com/i...-7j6ZWA4d-J72v

This pic is close.

I love these socks.

LOL. Actually I'm fine with whatever other people want to do with their feet and pretty much anything else as well. I'm just the boss of my own feet. Long live peds.

Just to assuage your fears of me perishing--I put on some Mary Jane style slipper socks in variegated neon colors with black. I walked all around on a dirty floor and now I'm wearing in bed.

What are you talking about? I'm ALWAYS nice. ALWAYS. :|

Very nice. I adore argyle.

Die, peds, DIE!

I love how you serve up the sweetness and then smack 'em down. :|

yesterday: work socks.
today: beaver socks : got wood?

New socks
 

This thread makes me want to go out sock shopping!!

Today...
 

Ya see. That's what i was talking about before.

This is just the kind of unprovoked aggressive response these little guys seem to encourage in otherwise peaceable non violent individuals. It's perplexing. What have these tiny psuedo socks ever done? Maybe it's karma from something they did in a past life. Maybe peds were once boot torture devices in the middle ages.

One of these things does not belong.

:blink:

No.

Just no.

:blink:

I'm keeping Halloween in my heart and on my feet. Black and gray horizontally striped socks with bright pink heels and toes and blue, pink and orange mini stripes at the top. Orange sparkly skulls and crossbones and green and blue star shapes decorate the socks with style.

Tre cute.

My feet are going Commando.

:blink:

I have mis matched socks on now. Left: purple heals w red/navy stripes. Right: tangerine toes/heal w orange and bright green polkadots.

Green argyle with shamrocks. :clover:

Here's the thing: you are assuming I am a peaceable non violent individual in the first place. Also: I think the phrase "tiny PSEUDO SOCKS" says it all. Peds are not a full sock, they aren't even an ankle sock, they aren't nylons even if they are made of the same material. What are they? WHAT ARE THEY? :blink:

They both belong, of course. True to my screen name--I am capable of being sweet like candy one minute and a bitch the next. It makes perfect sense to me. :blueheels:

Yesterday: over the knee socks with bright, neon colored striped in fuchsia, blue, yellow, and orange. Some of the wide fuchsia stripes had yellow polka dots. Yes, they are as garish as they sound and yes, they had the desired effect.

Today: white with orange and lime slices that say "juicy".

Sartorial suicide m'friend. Just sayin'.

:chaplin:

I haven't been in a cute sock mood lately--
Just been wearing work socks and/or nekkid.

I'll be okay-- I think.

Hmm. You're right I did lump you in with other peaceable non violent individuals who have become quite combative regarding the peds issue. I jumped the gun there. You are not a peaceable non violent individual unless you are. It fluctuates if I understand correctly. You are capable of going one way or the other.

What are peds? Peds is a brand name for what is called a footlet. I don't know who would call them that or even why. It makes no sense. Footlet. Now that angers me a bit. I guess I'm not very peaceable myself. But seriously what is a footlet? Why would someone name something that. A socklet perhaps, but a footlet?

http://www.owlsandfriends.com/media/...quid_Socks.jpg

:forpete:

I love useless trivia. Although I don't believe any trivia is useless. Knowledge is power. Someday knowing what they call the plastic things on the end of shoelaces could save your life or the life of someone you love. And that information regarding the music in Donkey Kong Country...priceless.

How many socks rest beneath the ankle? And look at this:
http://thumbs1.ebaystatic.com/d/l225...9afSFcDH4w.jpg

It might be wearing a sign but in what world is that a sock?

It's a slipper, no? Or as my mother would say, "beddie".

Which is kind of weird (to call a slipper a beddie), because you don't where slippers IN the bed.

She also calls a vaccuum cleaner a sweeper. Which of course makes no sense.

She calls taking the dog out to pee, "watering the dog".

My mother has problems.

LOL. Watering the dog.

Yes, it's a slipper but it's wearing a sign that claims it is a footlet, which, as we have come to understand, is a low sock covering either the whole foot below the ankle or only the toes. I think it's having an identity crisis. I could wear a sign that says i'm a rutabaga but it wouldn't make me one. Seems we always come back to this on these boards. Who gets to say how we identify? We do. If i look at that way, I guess it's a footlet. But I think it might have been coerced. And it looks like a slipper to me.

My mother called them house slippers, I guess to distinguish them from all her other slippers. Her ballet slippers, her ballroom slippers, her glass slippers and of course her ruby slippers. There's no place like home.

I agree. Adding the ending "let" to the end of a word suggests that it is somehow smaller or more diminutive. So, we're really dealing here with a little sock-type-thing not a little FOOT. Just thinking about a footlet gives me the creeps.

What the motherfucking FUCK? WHY did you do this? That is one of the most horrifying things ever. That is NOT a sock, and I feel sorry for whoever made that sign who thinks so. I would say it qualifies more as some kind of hideous slipper. My grandmother used to wear slippers like that.

<---------feeling VERY violent over that picture

Now we know where you got your OCD tendencies with clothing. Your mother completely gave you a sense of complete disorder and confusion. :jester:

Today: bright pink fuzzy knee socks that have a green stripe at the top and a Hello Kitty face and hearts down the sides.

What happens if you have an ankle sock that shrunk in the dryer and now rests below the ankle...is it then transformed from an ankle sock into a footlet? :seeingstars:

Also this convo is my first ever introduction to the word "footlet" and already it's annoying me. This sock needs to be renamed, if only for the sake of my sanity...

Damn it. To think of all the thousands of dollars I have spent for therapy over the years......

I should have known. It's ALWAYS the mother's fault!