knee socks

A year or maybe two years ago I bought myself some nice knee socks. I love them. It makes me happy when San Jose finally gets cool enough for me to wear them. I love the cable-knitted feel of them, the snug warmth from my toes to my knees, and the memories they evoke. I do a lot of memory-evoking now. Happens when you’re getting old and you have a lot of them. I try not to bore people too much with my memories. Not sure how successful I am with that but this blog lets me “talk” about them without needing an audience.

When I was growing up, as people who know me know, my dad was in the Air Force and we lived a bunch of places. I was born in Grand Rapids, MI; then lived in Seattle, WA, until I was 4-1/2; then K.I. Sawyer AFB near Marquette, MI, until I was in 2nd grade; and then Elmendorf AFB near Anchorage, AK, until the end of 5th grade. After that came some warmer places. But I had several years of prime-knee-sock-wearing climate.

Back in those days we girls had to wear dresses to school. I kind of love the look of knee socks with a skirt. It was good, too, to have that warmth from the socks reaching up almost to the skirt so that my legs were protected from the cold air. The material the socks are made of reminds me of the leotards we wore. I loved those, too. And it always makes me smile to remember that my sister and I used to wear our leotards on our heads and pretend we had long hair. How completely silly and cute we must have looked!

Good ol’ knee socks. They’re like hot chocolate on a cold day.