Easter Stockings

When I was a kid, the Easter Bunny always left us a skipping rope, a solid chocolate rabbit and new socks and underwear. Because apparently the Easter Bunny was a practical character who sensed that my young parents weren’t made of money and what kid didn’t crave undergarments?

In retrospect, maybe that’s maybe why I love fun socks. Although this has led me to make rash hosiery purchases, and most times these stockings are abandoned for being too tight, too sweaty or too slouchy. When a sock does pass muster, I will coddle and care for ces chausettes until it can be washed and darned no more.

My greatest enemy (after moths) is the black hole that socks disappear into. As part of my spring cleaning I went through the loose sock back an re-paired as many as I could. But at the end of the day, I needed to replenish. Fortunately, my friend Lynda got me some crazy cat lady hose for my birthday. And I found these hot cross  socks at Dollarama. And I picked up these pink babies at Len’s Mill Store whilst visiting my mom in KW. Len’s is my go-to place to stock up on socks and undies.