You might remember the beautiful socks I was gifted for Sockapaloooza. G'on, go refresh your memory.
I've been waiting for a perfect, cool day to wear these special socks from Ann for the first time. That day was Friday.
It rained here, and there was a definite chill in the air. And I had eight hours of student conferences ahead of me.
I felt pretty special all day long, my feet toasty warm, my spirits raised throughout the seemingly endless conferences. All because of a beautiful pair of handknit socks.
Do you think if everyone in the world had a pair there might be peace?