Socks

Yes, I'm blogging about socks.  I love socks.  They're soft and keep my feet warm and toasty in the cold months.  Or they're stretchy and shaped to keep my feet dry and the blood flowing while I'm working out.  They can be tall to my thighs or short just covering my toes.  They come in all sorts of colors, patterns and materials.  Socks have been there with me since I was a kid and I really can't get enough of them (I've been told I own too many...)  For me, a variety of socks holds a key to my identity.  I wear them to work and roller derby practice and anywhere I go.  But, why am I writing about socks? 

There is something special everyone holds dear to themselves.  Something that makes them feel like themselves or reminds them of where they come from or what they believe in.  It may be a necklace, a set of wedding rings, sexy underwear, a tattoo or anything.  One of those things for me is socks (though not the only one...).  It's a little something special that's all mine and that represents who I am.  I especially love when the socks are unexpected.


Recently I obtained a pair of over-the-knee, thick-striped, rainbow-colored socks.  I love them (oh, and I love Sock Dreams).  They are comfortable, warm and make me happy whenever I see them.  I wear them to derby practice, under jeans and under my black slacks at work (my current ensemble).  I love the smile they put on my face when I change from my work boots to my outdoor boots.  Or when I change from my work clothes tonight to my derby practice clothes and the socks stay with me.  It's a feeling of being myself and even having a little secret that only I seemingly know (though I obviously don't mind everyone seeing them).

I wonder why I feel socks were a relevant subject now.  They seem so trivial.  But, honestly, they're not.  They bring my spirits up when I'm least expecting it and I see them peeking out under my pants.  They remind me of who I am, both Cindy and Cynnister, and in some strange way keep my mind there.  Different objects to different people can evoke such feelings.  I'm certain everyone has something they love or they keep with them to bring them to a different place.  One of their childhood, their marriage, their children, their inner strength, their whole selves...  What objects do you have that remind you?  That lift you up?  That bring you back to earth?