Socks and Being Cool in School
When I was very young, I had, as probably almost all kids had, no choice in what I wore. Mom was the sole authority in the matter. Some of the things she chose for me I hated, though I'd love 'em now. Things like a camel's hair coat and hat.
Now Mom was born in a little more fortunate circumstances than Dad was. Dad came from an Irish coal-mining family. No, not him. Not even his dad. But his dad's dad and the previous generations of males all did.
So although my dad would have been more in touch with my choices, Mom wasn't. As a result, I had to wear (oh, the infamy of it!) Argyle socks. Em-bar-assing! The kids wore white socks. They were hot! Yes, I go that far back. White socks. Hot.
Just about the time I was given the OK for white socks, the cool kids (they had changed from hot) were wearing black socks. I was a square one. It's the story of my life.
Well, to this very day, I wear only black socks. Not the thin ones, since my feet will wear holes in those. Thick socks. They go with everything, last well, and remain popular.
So what's happened lately to somewhat alter my perspective? Haines black socks. Haines has (in my estimate) taken something of a nose dive in recent years. Quality is no longer their byword. The black socks have a short rim of excessively strong elastic (likely Lycra nylon spandex) that digs into the leg. And I have a mild allergy to nylon. When socks had less of a death grip on my legs, it was not a problem, but now Haines socks hurt and itch my legs, both.
Dear Wife of mine: do not buy any more Haines black socks, please?
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