After almost a decade, I’d foolishly thought I’d stopped being sick of these colours. Unfortunately, I only realised I was wrong halfway through the foot of the second sock.
Ugh... seeing the same colour combination everywhere you look everyday for almost four years really makes you sick of it, especially when it’s this one.
I guess this doesn’t bode well for the grey and burgundy cardigan I’ve been planning, does it?
These socks have had me thinking about being a teenager a lot recently. It's not exactly been nostalgia, but... that soul-destroying teenage angst you had to deal with? Feels a lot safer now when you remember that you had people watching out for you, most of your meals provided, and at least a vague direction of where you were going. You were in school; you did school things. You studied what you were told, you took the tests you were given, and if things were hard at least there were answers, even if you didn’t know what they were.
Having that same hormone-fuelled angst as an adult is something of a nightmare, but at least it puts puberty into perspective.