Sockapaloooza Redux

You might remember the beautiful socks I was gifted for Sockapaloooza.  G’on, go refresh your memory.

I’ve been waiting for a perfect, cool day to wear these special socks from Ann for the first time.  That day was Friday.

It rained here, and there was a definite chill in the air.  And I had eight hours of student conferences ahead of me.

I felt pretty special all day long, my feet toasty warm, my spirits raised throughout the seemingly endless conferences.  All because of a beautiful pair of handknit socks.

Do you think if everyone in the world had a pair there might be peace?