Monday, October 06, 2008

Socky

One of the good things about our recent trip to Branson was the shopping.

Not that I'm an authority on shopping. I hate shopping. Frankly, I'd rather watch Larry Moore do a naked burlesque show than spend even five minutes in a mall.

But I had a nice score in a Branson outlet mall that almost makes the entire trip worthwhile.

First, a little background: About five years ago, I went through a simplification regimen. This consisted of getting rid of some of the extraneous "stuff" in my life. Focus on the important things, streamline the processes, etc. As part of this exercise, I got rid of all the fancy socks I used to wear to work and replaced them with plain black socks.

These are special (to me) socks, a lycra/cotton blend from Jockey that was comfortable and tended not to fade as much as other socks. At the time, I could only find them at one store, so I stocked up with a couple dozen pairs.

The beauty of the system is that they are all identical and they pretty much go with anything I might wear to work, so I never had to worry about finding a pair of matching socks. They all matched each other, see?

Over the years, a sock would wear out and I could just throw a new one into the rotation. This worked great until the store I shopped at quick carrying them. I searched online and couldn't find them anywhere.

As I started to wear holes into the heels of more socks, I resigned myself to the fact that my great sock experiment was coming to a close. I even went so far as to wear a couple of pairs of non-standard socks that I had received as a Christmas present (yes, I received socks as a Christmas present. Sad isn't it).

Then, while on a stroll around a Branson outlet mall while my Supermodel Wife was buying factory outlet-priced Supermodel clothes, I saw a Jockey outlet store. I felt a slight tinge of hope. I stepped in and saw a display of the very socks I needed -- and at factory outlet prices no less.

So, I restocked on socks. I've got a nice big stack of two dozen socks just waiting to move into the rotation as their older brethren wear out.

Life will continue to be simple for me -- at least in the sock department.

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7 comments:

  1. Yes. But did you pick up a candy raccoon on a log? If you didn't, your shopping trip was a big fail. :)

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  2. My definition of a successful shopping trip is not having to go on one. In other words, any shopping trip, ipso facto, is a big fail.

    BTW, candy raccoon on a log? Is that a euphemism for something?

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  3. Wow, Branson and an outlet mall in one trip. I'm getting the vapors just thinking about that.

    Cheers.

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  4. You, sir, are a genius. Why they make socks in any colors but black and white baffles me.

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  5. You're right Dan. Black socks go with everything: Dress slacks, khakis, jeans, cargo shorts, bathrobes...

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  6. I did the same thing a couple of years ago for the hubby & I. It's genius. Really!

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  7. glad it had a happy ending. we have all suffered enough over falling socks. its good to hear that the Sock market is still flourishing.


    sorry..couldnt help myself.

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