I was embarrassed to see at least 3-inches of my somewhat hairy but all too fish-belly-white calf shining out beyond the cuff, the sock gathered around my ankle like an old snake skin. I don't know if the client noticed, but I sure felt self conscious and awkward for the rest of the meeting. To make things only slightly worse, when I glanced down at the other foot I realized that I had dressed with one short blue sock and one medium length black.
Cheap socks in a $400 suit ruined the image I was trying to project and ruined my presentation because I became self conscious.I didn't get the work, but I did fix the problem. I went home and took stock of my sock collection:
- 24 pair of socks + 5 socks with no matching mate
- short black socks
- short brown socks
- short blue socks
- long over the calf beige socks
- medium black socks
- medium brown socks
- one pair Argyle socks
- one pair Christmas novelty socks
This is crazy, I thought. Who cares what kind of socks a 54 year old guy wears as long as you don't have to look at his calves?So I took all the "dress" socks, put them in a bag, put the bag in the car and drove to J.C. Penney's where I bought eight 3-pair packages of reinforced toe and heal, over-the-calf, basic black ribbed socks.
Splurge a bit and get the the cotton/stretch nylon/spandex blend for long life and calf hugging abilities (cheap socks will eventually stretch out and fall down, so buy quality:
It's the cheap man who pays the most
- No more pairing socks after laundry
- No more matching colors
- No more matching styles
- No more pulling up short socks
- No more exposed fish-belly white calves
- No more sock problems, period
Life's too short to worry about socks.