More Frills, Please .

Q: What do you get the girl who doesn't necessarily have everything,  but at the same time, doesn't really need anything?

A: Socks.



This year's holiday haul consisted of 5% sweaters, 10% gift cards/cash, and a whopping 85% socks alone. Fuzzy socks, toe socks, wool sock, athletic socks, knee high sock, and–the holy grail of fabric adorned feet– doily socks. The monotony of the list may lead one to believe that boredom and disappointment ensues with the perpetual gifting of this accessory, but don't be mislead. Socks make the world go 'round, and likewise make up the very fabric of my life.

My love affair began about 6 years ago. Though the inception of this relationship is blurry, I have become dependent on my fuzzy socks for nap time and slip n' sliding on hardwood floors, ankle socks for doing athleticy things like watching Netflix on the eliptical, knee high socks for when I get pissed with tights and want to look like a sultry school girl on days other than October 31st, wool socks for looking basic when they peek out of my Ugg boots, the list goes on and on.

(Ironically enough, I cannot stand to pair socks with unathleticy sneakers, in fact the thought of Fruit of the Loom crisp whites peering out of the tops of my Supergas makes me cringe.)

Hardtail dress, Forever 21 socks, Zara heels, Solitare leather coat

But then there are the days when you want to be fancy, achieve some scheme of classiness and trendsetting that only the doily sock can promise. Though I partly believe that the prime of such foot accessory has long passed, in true unconventional nature, I got mine last week from the fruits of a Forever 21 gift card for six bucks and fifty whole cents. And then of course I paired them with nude strappy heels because I'm an idiot and a black minidress, without stockings I might add, because I play an  extra in the next Dumb and Dumber film out Nov. 14(!)

Sure socks aren't all that sexy at face value, but paired with the right pair of trousers or mini skirts even, they add a little mystery to your outfit. Like " Who's that girt wearing socks and sandals like a DILF of Disneyland except there are icicles forming on her leg hair and her cankles are being accentuated by Grandpa's handkerchief taped around her ankles? She's so unassuming...".

Whether that mystery is rooted in worry or seduction, I couldn't tell you. BUT, if the former, you will always have cats. Cats are a lonely, dateless girl's best friend.