"I'm also a fan of ridiculously coloured and patterned socks."
I don't pretend to understand the secret life of socks. They hang out in pairs but inevitably one or the another dashes off somewhere for a life of it's own. Don't we all have a stash of mis-matched socks?
Socks are the one fashion statement that I make that reveals my zany side. I may have nicely matched trousers and jacket but under the pants I can be wearing stripes or even better polka dots.
When my socks are plain, like black, you can be sure that there is writing along the inside. Secret messages parade up my leg reminding me to Keep Breathing or Stay Calm. They inspire, they really do.
On the island where I live there is a little shop that sells the most divine socks. I am salivating just thinking about what could be on their shelves. If Daniel Radcliffe isn't diminshed by his ridiculous socks I think I can keep this little habit and be happy with what lies beneath.
I am joining Ann Dee Ellis and other writers in using a prompt to record memoir moments. If you don't write your story, who will?