I love happy socks. I can’t tell you why. I just do. Maybe it’s because I work a corporate job where I have to pretend to be a grown-up. Even when I have to sit and act all mature and stuff in front of CEO’s and important people, I can have a little bit of joy knowing that tucked away safely in my shoes is a little bit of silliness.
These are my latest happy socks, sent to me by my best buddy over in England. Generally speaking, I don’t wear matching socks, but for Christmas socks I make an exception.