Since I met Shawn, he’s been wearing argyles. No matter what the outfit. He might be their biggest fan. Apparently his affection for them has rubbed off on me along the way. And apparently it has influenced the style of sock I dress our son in as well. Let me tell you, mini argyles are the kind of sickening cute that will leave you with a toothache. Soooo adorable. The other day while mindlessly folding laundry, I couldn’t help but notice what’s become of us.
And this was just from one dark load of laundry, except for that lonely little gray one that made it’s way in. Pretty sure there’s at least that many argyles in our light collection as well. Not to mention all the ones tucked away in our sock drawers, waiting for their circulation. When I think of what could be if Shawn had been a fan of those creepy finger toe socks instead—ahhhh—the horror of it all!
This is so weird! I was talking to a teacher the other day who knows my children from Dry Hill. We were looking through the Lands End catalogue at the same time. When we came to the argyle socks, I told her that for as long as I could remember, Shawn had worn argyle socks. I’m not sure she believed me. Then I saw this post. Can’t wait to show it to her!!!
Haha! That’s awesome!