I have a love/hate relationships with socks. I don’t know if anyone else shares in my pain but my feet are size 11 which, if you’re not familiar with ladies’ footwear, is friggin’ huge! I swear I feel like Sasquatch sometimes when I am shoe shopping. But at least most shoe makers have gotten on board with making me and my fellow Big Shefoots feel more socially acceptable by finally making cute shoes in double digit sizes. It’s nice. I can actually wear some sexy red pumps should the inclination to wear heels for some strange reason ever cross my mind. But the sock folks….they are quite another story. It is virtually impossible to find cute socks in Mammoth size and quite frankly, I am fed up with it. Even when I do manage to buy the perfect pair of grey socks to match my dress pants, after only a few wears, I find myself mending holes where my big toe has suddenly made an appearance, or where my heel has inexplicably started to protrude. A remedy which really only prolongs their usage for another day, maybe two if I’m lucky. It’s just not fair! I love to have nice socks that match all my different outfits and give me the confidence to start my day on the right foot. But I hate that my stupid clod-hoppers render these socks useless after only a couple outings.
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