I hate socks! Having a back injury makes it a real bitch to get my socks on or readjust them. I’m so over winter and longing for my sandals. Ahhhh the ease of slipping into my Sketchers or Birks…..alas I know it’s still a few months away, in the meantime I shall continue hating socks.
Don’t even ask me about tights or pantyhose, my eldest saw me putting on pantyhose once and fell onto the bed in a fit of laughter. She told me I looked like a stuffed sausage.
Spanx?? Are you people mad? I’d buy a different pair of slacks instead, seriously I would.
Why am I talking about socks? Because I’m freezing!!! All the time.
It’s March, was lovely and sunny here today, in fact it’s supposed to be 12 degrees Celsius here tomorrow but I know I will be cold. I have an under active thyroid and what that means to me is that I’m tired all the time, my hair falls out and I am cold most of the time. So yeah I hate socks and rely upon them, my super UN SEXY fleece robe, heating blanket and up to 3 baths a day to warm up.
Wine Used to Warm Me UP
Wine used to warm me up…..I would come in from work, have a bath and pour a wine.
The evenings were easier in those early moments….and warmer.
The fall out wasn’t.
The shame, the despair, the deep pit which was the progression of my disease taking over my life.
Now I’ll put on layer upon layer and just take a bit of pleasure in HATING socks.