Odd Socks Odd socks and pretty patterns have always been an essential to cover my dull life and intake. This everyday essential mean's that I can be looked at in a completely different light, the odd in odd socks apposes the question that I could be an odd sort of girl.
Town squares and city circles always glance at these varied socks and pretty patterns and actually have caused quite a stir in Wales. It all began when I was doing my weekly round of the twenty charity shops in the Welsh city of Newport, St Annes or Stann's as we call it, is always a favourite of mine as appose to Scope charity shop, who insists on colour co-ordinating all their clothes, which is a definite no go zone, St Anne's is a spectacular sight of triumph bargains, a fine selection of silk scarves and a well thought out pound rail. Old charitable Ladies always get amazed and amused by the by the youths coming into their shop. Listening to the radio, drinking tea and having small talk like " She's alright that Blondie" in a strong rolling tongue welsh accent.
Browsing away, one of the ladies decides to venture out from her small counter desk . she waddels towards me and says " Cuse me love, do you know you got odd socks on?", "yes" i replied, followed by a speech from the lady about how odd socks were in fashion when she was young and youthful. (For some, odd socks isn't a choice but is more of a situation). I brought a knitted sweater and left the shop where my socks were pointed and laughed at by a couple of Newport Chavey girls.
Later on that day i was reminded again by a group of boys that i was wearing odd socks and that i should show them my knickers, i just walked.
These pretty patterns and odd socks are the essential to my happiness, i always glimpse in the reflection of cars so i can smile at the joyous occasion of colours.
