Shadow Puppet Storyteller

Fashion gratitude

Missing my eyeglasses -- four days, and no clue where they are. Luckily, my husband repaired a spare pair. (And people sometimes wonder why I mention Alzheimer's as a middle of life concern.)

All that aside, this morning, I searched through my sock drawer -- you know, in case, I set my glasses down while folding laundry. And, while I did not find the missing spectacles, I found something to be grateful for and mention in my continuing blog of showing gratitude this month.

You might think I'm silly, but I am grateful for socks.

I was pleased to match up at least a dozen socks, and I had fewer unmatched than I think I've ever managed during my lifetime. It's the time of year when socks are very much a comfort. I am a little different from most, I think, as I wear socks even in summertime. Mostly it's because the bottoms of my feet are fairly tender. I rarely like stepping on surfaces barefoot. As an example, while I love the surroundings, sounds, smells of the ocean...I do not relish crossing beach sand. Although, I would welcome anyone that wanted to describe or treat me to a barefoot experience I might enjoy -- I've not given it much thought before.

So, a native Californian, I'm a bit spoiled in the weather department. and almost all my socks are just sportweight cotton. I do actually like the feel of stockings and tights, but it's a much rarer clothing item I'll put myself in.

I am bountifully supplied in all the clothing I desire.