Winter has arrived in my part of the country. We have experienced our first snow fall. We are enjoying a wind chill of 12F. The heaters are running, the scarves are out, and my fingers crave the warmth of wool gloves whenever possible.
Winter has arrived even though I wasn’t quite ready!
This morning I went to the drawer to grab socks. I wanted something warm. I wanted something fuzzy. I wanted something… warm!!
It should surprise no one, therefore, that I left the house in shoes with bright red, treads on the bottom, wonderfully warm, fuzzy socks!!
Did they match my outfit?
Did I care?
My feet were warm. That is what mattered most.
It also might come as no surprise that I actually considered leaving the warm, fuzzy, RED socks on when I arrived at the office, dress code or not!
I didn’t… and yet, it is noon… there aren’t many people here… and red goes well with black…and my feet are chilly… and I believe those warm, fuzzy socks are calling my name!