|My Fuzzy Socks|
photo courtesy of Raige Creations
When the fall comes, they are the first thing I put on in the dark hours of the morning.
With my fuzzy socks on, I don't feel the chill.
With my fuzzy socks on, I can tackle the day.
They are warm, comfy, cozy.
They signify the change of season, the colder weather.
They remind me how wonderful cuddling under hubby's quilt is.
They make me feel the comfort of togetherness that comes when it gets dark earlier, it gets colder, and the holidays mean family time together.
They make me feel like staying in them all day, cooking, baking, just being at home.
I can't wear them with any shoes, they are too fluffy.
When I have them on, I am not going anywhere.
They make me feel like staying in them all day, writing witty things, writing compelling stories, creating anything really.
So, here I am, typing nonsense about my wonderful fuzzy socks.
I am warm, cozy, comfortable.
Thank goodness for fuzzy socks.
Do you have your own fuzzy sock experience? Anything that helps you accept the transition to the colder weather?