Activities

Picture this: you are on your way to an important event. You take two steps from your front door when you hear a pop, and then the dreaded ping, ping, ping as something small hits the driveway and bounces away. You look down at your shirt and quickly come to the realization that you’re missing a button. And no, it’s not just any old button, like from the cuff, where you could just roll up your sleeves and hide it. Nope, it’s that button, the one that leaves a perfect view of your bra or belly button, and not in that good “hey, I’m wearing a pop top” sort of way.

I have these socks my mother-in-law knit for me. I love them. They are the perfect around-the-house socks: too bulky for my boots but just right for winter mornings. Last year, I wore them constantly until one day, I grabbed them from my sock drawer, yanked one on, and instead of my foot being all warm and cozy, there was a frigid draft right around my toe region. I had a hole in my sock. A hole to end all holes. And, I was sad. So sad.