A very sad story...

My favorite socks ripped today.

Completely torn. 

Now I know that you may not understand why this is such a big deal, but these were not a normal pair of socks. They were the greatest pair of socks in the whole wide world. 

Let me share the story of these socks. 

I went to Chicago with my friends one day. It was a beautiful day and I had the greatest pair of shoes on. I loved those shoes. But favoring looks over comfort, I didn't wear any socks with my shoes. 

We walked into Forever 21 and I was like "Hey, I should get some socks cuz I have blisters and my pretty sure my ankles were bleeding." So I started to look for some socks. And I found the perfect pair. It was love at first sight (not romantic love, but the kind of love that only one very unique girl could share with the most perfect kind of socks.) 

They were white anklets. With brown owls and hot pink hearts. I thought there could be nothing more perfect than that pair of socks. Of course I bought them, and I put them on right away! I loved those socks. 

But that is not the pair of socks that ripped today. Those were my second favorite pair of socks. I loved the white socks so much that I wanted to get another pair (again, please keep in mind that I am crazy.) 

I went to the Forever 21 here in Mishawaka with a mission to find another pair of white socks with brown owls and hot pink hearts. You can imagine my surprise though (okay actually you probably can't because right now you are thinking about how strange I am and why you are even reading a blog post about a crazy girls unusual love of socks.) when I found a more perfect pair of socks. 

I thought they were the cutest thing ever. I had never seen anything like them. Ever. They were grey anklets. With black owls and light pink hearts. A more perfect sock has never existed. Naturally I bought them and I have loved them every day since

I don't think that socks have the ability to change a person's mood, so these socks were clearly magical because I was always so happy when I wore them. When I would go to physical therapy after my surgery, I always wanted those socks to be clean because they were my favorite pair. I would stare at them and smile at how happy they made my feet. Even when I was crying because physical therapy hurts. 

So now that you have endured my bizarre ramblings about my favorite pair of socks, I wish you all a good day. I hope that one day you too can experience the deep level of joy that the perfect pair of socks can bring. For the record I will totally be returning to Forever 21 to browse their sock selections.