Thursday, December 27, 2012
Why Does Everyone Joke About Getting Socks For Christmas?
Dapper Fiancee's sister and BIL got me some Dapper Classics over-the-calf socks in sky blue (shown), scarlet, and lavender. They are properly lightweight with a faint ribbed pattern to them. (Thick weaves with deep clefts look, to my eye, a bit casual.) Unlike some Paul Fredrick OTC, they go all the way up over my calves; unlike some Jos. A. Bank OTC, the heel pockets actually sit at my heels rather than halfway up my Achilles tendon.
I suppose at some point I'll start buying sized dress socks--all the menswear bloggers swear by them--but that seems like a remote event indeed, like being able to afford bespoke cordovan shoes made from a beloved horse from my childhood.
Was that joke in bad taste? If it helps your feelings, I didn't have a childhood horse. In fact, horses and I have never gotten along. Maybe that's part of why I love cordovan.
Shown with brown Church's oxfords made from a beloved cow from someone's childhood.