Socks socks and more socks

Why I’m Obsessed with Socks

I like socks. Funky socks. Bright socks. Socks that make me smile when I look down. (Toe socks? Nope. Not for me.)

Crew length is my jam—short socks slide down into my shoes and start the endless finger-in-the-arch rescue mission. Knee socks? They roll. Slouch socks? Don’t get me started.

Clean socks are non-negotiable. And if I wear them for just a few minutes, they must go back on the same foot—or they feel wrong. It’s a thing, right? Comfort matters, so 50% cotton or more is a must. And the toe seam? Please, sew it properly. Why leave that part itchy when no one sees it anyway?

The fun is in the upper part—the patterns, the colors, the little personality statement you wear every day. My go-to: GAP and Target. Never paid more than $2 a pair. That’s sock heaven.

So go ahead, treat yourself. Grab a pair of funky socks and let your feet do the talking.