Because I always lounge around in thigh-high athletic socks.
My first “out on the town” sans ugly boot!
Not sexy. But me. At home. It’s taken a little bit of time, but…I kind of like me. At home in myself.
Not socks. I know. Okay? I KNOW! But… I have pretties again. See them? Peeking out? Two delicate little beads of lavender, another winking fire opal further down… Pretty piercings. All me. Mine. And fishnets, so, almost socks. Right?
Here’s proof. I watched it. Watched the S51 Finale. You know, “The Super Bowl.” Apparently it was kind of exciting. I was just happy to have an excuse to wear thigh high sport socks.
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