When I asked Linda about today’s blog, she said, “Blog about socks.”
“You need fuzzy and thick socks!”
“I’m not blogging about socks!”
Well, actually it turns out that I am. And the blog post about 'what value does a person with a severe disability have in society?' can wait till tomorrow because, news flash: winter is coming!
It turns out that my feet have problems beyond this nifty trick where I can drop things on them and not feel it (a game Linda often gets quite cross when I play: “Come on, let’s drop the toaster on my foot and see what happens? I might feel that!”). The problem is that I don’t “feel” them exactly but because I have such poor circulation, they are actually slightly blue AND sometimes there comes a pain from my ankle type area which is just a dull roar. This roar wakes me up. It turns out that a) I keep the windows open to sleep because of heat intolerance, b) my feet are between my body core and the window and c) they are cold as in, “This body seems ready for dissection” cold.
Linda’s solution to this is these thick hiking socks in wild colours we bought when we were going to hike the West Coast Trail this September (yeah, that didn’t really work out, and thankfully I wasn’t in so much denial that I tried to convince Linda to haul my chair over the trails: “Arg! I will do this hike, I will fulfill my promise!” a.k.a. I am a nutcase!).
The problem is that I only have two pair. And (this is Linda talking) I need to protect the parts of my body that I can’t feel or I may not continue to have all those body parts. This was reinforced this morning when I was in the bathroom and I kept getting a weird waft of smell from….me! And the smell was so familiar but I hadn’t smelled it in years and years, a sort of apricot, dark fruity scent. Ah hah, my face lit up as I finally placed it. It’s the smell of exterior flesh starting to rot. Ohhhh, I thought, that is not good; I should probably check my toes…..later.
Anyway, I need socks and for some reason Linda thinks that my readers are a giant resource of non-grandmother looking thick or fuzzy socks. So here we are, the sock post! I actually started to search for Goth Fuzzy Socks. Guess what? Not a lot of hits. After a lot of searching however I did find a store called Sock Dreams which brought out a sock fetish in me I didn’t know I had. I mean, yes I have the thigh highs with bows and the latticed back with bows and some fishnets, and some rainbow and striped stockings. I got the sort of basic goth kit they give you at Goth Camp up at the Castle. But then I was seeing socks with bones on them. And socks with muscles on them (and suddenly I thought of Sara at Moving Right Along for some reason). These are my kind of cool and creepy socks.
There are Princess Knee Highs direct from Japan and socks made entirely of Cashmere (If you want to buy for me, there is no medical reason except….cashmere socks….oh how decadent, I feel like drinking absinthe) . There are some very cute spider-web socks as well as Pink socks with the Skull sewn into the socks, so it lasts longer. Because that is what important in thick bright pink socks, making sure you don’t have those tacky peel off skulls that flake everywhere (trust me it is really annoying and then when they are half flaked people say, “how nice, is that a map of the island on your sock?” or something like that). Pink skull socks are supposed to be scary, because 1) they are Barbara Cartland Pink so people are already looking for your 4 pounds of make-up and small dog. BUT 2) you have a skull on the socks which means maybe you aren’t either so cute as Barbie pink or as creepy as Barbara C. but some sort of twisted soul stuck in the middle!
There are also skull knee highs which are not to be overlooked. I know I sound like I have this total sock fetish now and it isn’t like that (well, after looking at Sock Dreams for a while it was). I just need socks that won’t socially embarrass me in public. Okay, it is winter, but I get some tacky fluffy socks and I am a lap blanket away from being accidentally wheeled into a bingo hall by someone collecting up all the old ladies. How can you groove with your Leather and Lace Corset when you have on your double knitted fuzzy orange knee highs? Yes, yes, Linda, I know you say toes are forever, but aren’t fashion first impressions as well? So can anyone aid me in a reasonable compromise; some socks to look forward to, or some thick socks you have found to do the trick in keeping your toes AND not have people patting you on the head or women in their 80’s saying; “How lovely dear, I have a pair just like those!”
I actually like the Pink Skull ones more and more, perhaps because they go with absolutely NOTHING I own (who does own that much pink?). If you have a sock opinion (or even a fetish), or experience, now is the time; Linda needs you and I need you (mostly to get Linda to stop hounding me). Until then, I am going to play; “Hunt that bit of skin necrosis!” – it is a fun game, and you get to use a knife sometimes too!
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