As a Gemini, and a woman of a certain age, with a mercurial personality and strong opinions about how I want to dress… I reserve the right to change my mind, in a big way, about what I will wear. And that’s what I’ve done recently. I’ve changed my mind, big time, about socks.
It all started a couple of weeks ago when I was sick to death of my winter clothes. Aren’t we all? And I went against one of my long held fashion rules about visible socks with pants. I embraced change and decided to try wearing socks with my fall loafers, mostly so I could get out of boots, and not freeze my ankles. I tried navy socks with my plaid Rag and Bone pants, a navy cashmere Uniqlo turtleneck, and my burgundy Paul Green loafers. Surprisingly those navy socks solved my winter wardrobe fatigue. And now, after a successful sock shopping trip, it would appear that I am all about the socks. Ha. When I change my mind I go all the way, folks.
Before I met my buddy Liz for lunch at Nordstrom last week, I shopped for socks at Simons in the Rideau Centre. This was my first time shopping at Simons. They had more socks than you could shake a stick at, as Grammy Sullivan used to say. Patterned socks, polka dot socks, solid colour socks in every shade you can imagine. I demurred on the socks with the unicorns, similarly the ones with lobsters, and hovered briefly over the ones with llamas before moving on. Eventually, I bought three pairs: black with white polka dots, lavender with white polka dots (thanks Dottoressa for the inspiration), and bright red. I’m kind of wishing I’d been braver and bought the ones with the tiny camper vans. Wouldn’t Hubby have been tickled? And now that I’ve worn the ones I did buy, I might order some more on-line. I guess you could call this going hog wild over socks. You can check out all the socks at Simons here if you’re interested.
I tried my new socks with my old black Stuart Weitzman loafers, black Vince leggings, my white Lafayette 148 cotton shirt, and my pink Vince cashmere sweater. But I won’t be wearing either of these outfits outside for a while. We have piles and piles of snow just now. The slush and salt will ruin my shoes. Still, there’s always book club, or dinner at a friend’s house, when I can wear my boots, carry my shoes in my bag, and do the big sock reveal when I arrive.
And yesterday when I met my friend Susan for our mid-winter treat, afternoon tea at the Chateau Laurier hotel, I wore my bright red socks with my Stuart Weitzman ankle boots and my black leather pants. The socks were hidden under my pants, but I knew they were there. And felt eminently more cheerful at the thought.
Because I arrived downtown a bit early, yesterday, too early for our reservation for afternoon tea, I strolled through the Rideau Centre. And I began to notice that I was wading in a veritable sea of black winter coat clad shoppers. Everyone, it seemed, was wearing a black coat. In fact, except for shop windows, there were few signs of colour anywhere. No bright scarves. Or even colourful hats. How depressing, and depressed, everyone looked. Now I’m not going to be silly enough to suggest that a pink scarf or a bright red pair of socks will cure what ails us when we’re suffering from too much winter. But my goodness… it can’t hurt.
Our tea yesterday was yummy, as usual. I’m lucky that my leather pants have an expandable waistband. There’s nothing like a treat to dissipate the mid-winter blues. And the thought of those cheery red socks under my pants helped too. They provided just the pop of colour my winter weary soul needed. Even if no one else could see them.
In fact, new red socks, afternoon tea with cranberry scones and Devonshire cream, and a gossipy chat with an old friend was just what the doctor ordered. Maybe instead of simply enduring, plowing through winter, head down, in a black coat, we need to lighten up a little. Treat ourselves. Buy the red socks. Or even the socks with the lobsters.
Okay… maybe not the ones with the lobsters. I might be all about the socks these days, but let’s not go crazy.
How about you my friends? What do you do to lighten the mood when you are royally sick of winter?