The Kneesock Years

For my entire adult life I have teased my younger sister for her childish obsession with her socks. They had to feel just right—soft but not silky, snug but not tight—and most importantly, reach well above her knees so that she could fold them exactly once to sit just under the patella or, when feeling a bit chilly, she could wear them over her knee caps for additional warmth.

While recently perusing an old family photo album, my brain processed some information that rocked my world view and caused me to question my very sanity.

My sister was not the only one wearing knee socks. There I am SMILING whilst sporting long white cotton socks. What is happening to my universe? How can this be? It was my sister who insisted on wearing them . . . my sister who weirdly pulled her socks up as far as she could . . . my sister who threw a hissy fit and REFUSED TO WEAR TIGHTS when our mother suggested she wear them like a normal child . . . wasn't it?

Um. Well. Heh heh. Maybe I mixed up some of my facts.



Dinner last night: salmon patties with creamed peas

Exactly two years ago:

Don't Worry, I'm Keeping My Day Job