The frantic-manic-mania of 'Prep Summer' is finally over. All that color and critter crap goes out the bare ankle door while crisp Autumnal skies speak to languid hosiery and relaxed maturity. Cotton madras becomes tartan wool. White linen turns to black & gray hues of Harris tweed. Calm is restored by burning leaves and only the grown ups are allowed matches... Which means, little ones, it's time to put on your fucking socks.
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And not a moment too soon!
ML
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I go for as long as I can... I hate socks. But with that said, tattersall and tweed makes the socks/shoes worth the hassle.
So not ready for the onslaught of the colder months. I will never adjust to it. Although my skin-type suggests I should thrive in that type of weather, my Australian psyche means I do not.
Screw that. Not until Friday, baby. Autumnal equinox.
Not just socks...we're talking waders and hip boots...Teal season is open and they are tasty ducks...Going hunting Friday morning so yea Summer does fade in the rear-view mirror.
Amen!
Madeline
Aka Muffy
Still sockless in Maryland.
Best regards,
JRC
I don't believe little ones, or even grownups will be wearing socks specifically to fuck, Trader, but I shall now be wearing (mainly navy) socks all the time.
I shall not, however, be wearing 'monk shoes' in any 'strap format'. Leave that to Crap and Ivy.
I'm in Canada and usually continue going sockless with boat shoes and white bucks until mid october, thats when the coloured chinos get put away as well (the linen, seersucker, critter print and white chinos get put away after labour day). I hate winter and cutting the pastels and lighter shades out of the wardrobe (my closet looks like an easter basket), olive green, grey, taupe, navy and british khaki just aren't as fun.
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