Jill's Journal: Blue sock, black sock

If the headline sounds similar to the title of a Dr. Seuss book, it was intended to. To be honest, it was inspired by a laugh-at-myself-moment last week as I hopped out of the car to collect the office mail at our local post office. For whatever reason, my eyes caught a glimpse of my feet, and lo and behold, staring back at me was one blue sock and one black sock.

“Good grief,” I muttered to myself, giving a quick thought to making a mad dash home to swap out the blue sock for the matching black sock.

Then I shrugged my shoulders and decided to throw caution to the wind and “live dangerously.” These days, like all of you, I am largely relegated to my happy little apartment on Cedar Street and my happy little office on Cedar Street. An occasional stop at the grocery store, convenience store or business at the post office has been about the extent of my weekly travels. 

I’ve done this before. With shoes. Not socks. Two different colors.

Any woman will tell you, that’s one of the fashion hazards of purchasing the same style in two different – but very close in color – pair of shoes. In my defense, they were a comfortable style of shoe, and the added bonus is that I scavenged them off of a sales rack.

It’s almost noon, and no one’s took notice of my fashion faux pas other than myself. I’ve ordered lunch from one of local restaurants and will be heading out to pick it up curbside in just a few minutes. If there’s a perk to this whole “stay-at-home, social-distancing, cough-into-your-arm” lifestyle we’re all relegated to these days, it may just be for goofy little moments like this one. And for those folks who really know me, they well know I have no trouble laughing at myself and sharing it with the masses. That’s what we journalists do. We share information – sometimes very important stuff, other times, goofy information like one blue sock, one black sock snafus.

By the way, did I mention that I have another pair just like this one at home?

So, what’s the moral of the story? The way I look at it, it’s never a good decision to pluck your socks out of the drawer in a dark environment. And if by chance you do, why not take a moment to laugh at yourself and write a column about it. 

Stay safe and healthy! And laugh at yourself, too.