I GOT MY SOCKS! I GOT MY SOCKS!

That's right! I finally got my socks and why yes, this is the most exciting thing to happen to me all week. Actually I didn't so much go get my socks as did some young fella I know because he works sweet hours. Thanks! HI SOCKS!


p.s. will blog about something worth reading soon. I promise, even if I have to force myself to be interesting.

I HATE YOU NEW ZEALAND POST

I WANT YOU SOCKS! Where ever you guys may be

Lacey socks?

I've never really warmed to the lacey sock revival. Don't get me wrong, the look pretty sweet on most people and I think 'Hey lacey socks. That's cool.' But whenever I go to reach for a pair, memories from my childhood of surly little girls in poofy nylon dresses and shoes that squeak with their Filipino maid running after them just come flooding back, and I just can't quite do it. Or so I thought...Enter American Apparel - the saviour of all things basic/borderline slutty. NAVY BLUE lacey socks? Now these I think I can quite happily do.