I brought them home and put them in my drawer with the intention to wear them that winter. But then every time I got ready to put them on, I'd think, "Mom bought these," and I'd leave them in my drawer.
They stayed in my drawer for years. Nine to be exact. Tucked back in a corner somewhere, surfacing every once in awhile to remind me they were still around, waiting to be worn. I just couldn't do it. The little hanger fell out at some point, and the paper holding them together started getting ratty, but each time they'd show up, I'd push them to the back again to wait for another day.
On Friday, Halloween, I needed some socks for my Lucy van Pelt costume. I had found yellow ones for Kirk's Charlie Brown, and I needed some white crew socks for Lucy. I went to my sock drawer and opened it up, and what do you think had worked their way back to the front and center again? Yep, my mom's socks.
The wrapping was significantly worse for wear, but the socks were perfect for what I needed. I could hear my mom in my head saying, "Sharron, you are being ridiculous. You've had these socks in your drawer for NINE YEARS! Don't you think it's time you wore them?"
So, with my mom in mind, knowing that she'd get a kick out of contributing to my costume, I took the socks out and put them on. The sticky label almost didn't come off all the way, but I got them on, and they looked great.
It's nice how people can stay in your life long after they are gone with something as simple as a pair of socks.
