Pampered Piggies

Well before Christmas I bought some of cashmere socks as Christmas presents. I was able to get them half price so I bought a bunch. I gave most of them as presents, but apparently not all of them. I found the extras among the mess of boxes and bags still in my office. I decided I would keep them for myself. I have never owned cashmere socks. I normally would not buy anything so luxurious for myself.

Regular old sock are fine for me. That’s what I used to think. That is before we have had these very cold weeks and I was wearing this soft as anything warm socks. I have never loved anything so much. I also still would not buy these things full price no matter how much I love them. But I am considering buying them again at half price if I ever see them.

I hate that I have spoiled myself. Not only are they expensive, but I have to wash them by hand. It’s not that much trouble, but it’s something. At least I have less chance of loosing one when I hand wash.

I can hardly wait for spring, when I can go back to no socks. I want to save these cashmere socks to make it through another year or two. I don’t want my feet to go on strike and refuse to wear anything but cashmere. I like my feet, but I also want to be able to afford to retire.