First, let me say that I have A Crooked Kind of Perfect because my friend, Kim Marcus, raved about it.
Second, let me say that she was right to rave about it. It's wonderful. It's funny. I loved it. (Loved the way she handles the parents, too.)
So, Linda, because of you, I am revealing a sad truth. I'm afraid my socks might reflect a part of my personality that should have been kept under wraps: the plain-white-socks side. And not just plain white socks. Peds from Target. Only Peds from Target.
I know, I know.....
But I'm with this guy, when it comes to practicality. But, um, I think white is a lot geekier than black, huh?
I have a lot of them. Clean ones...
And dirty ones:
BUT, I do have one very old pair of cashmere argyles that were my husband's. They shrank in the dryer, so now they are mine: