the source of my power

It’s in my socks.

Okay, these are not my thighs. I had a thigh double brought in for this blog entry.

But these are my socks! I got them from Sockdreams.com, the dealer for sock junkies everywhere. It all started, innocently enough, with the red and white pair in this picture. I had no idea how wearing them would ignite my imagination! Before I knew it, I was adding to my crazy sock collection. A pair here, a pair there. I now have a dedicated Crazy Sock Drawer. Holy music plays when I open it in the morning. I swear.

Some go to the knee…

Some go just over the knee…

Some go all the way up.

No, I’m not showing you my own legs in my thigh high socks. Just get over it.

Sometimes I wear them with skirts, all out in the open and people can’t stop commenting on them, which is pretty fun. But mostly I wear them tucked away under my daily uniform of black yoga pants. It’s like having my superhero costume on under my Clark Kent exterior.

Just remember, this…

might be concealing this…