You've all been to a flea market and seen those socks that some Grandma spends all of her time in retirement making while her husband plays golf, right? Well, I don't play golf, we're not grandparents, and we're certainly not retired. In any case, the Mrs. recently got this crazy notion that she could make these socks with the dangly beads and frills sewn onto them. Pictured at left, is the result of her recent quest, and summed up in one word, success. She has snagged the secret to the socks feverishly unfurling her frills with fervor and finesse. I myself have been amazed at this new found feat for the feet. In fact, she took two pairs to church this morning to give to one of the babies in the congregation. Mothers, young and old alike, oo'd and aw'd at the sight of these elegant and dainty creations. I must confess however, I was disappointed not once to hear, "Can you make me a pair, I'll gladly pay you?" Or, "I'd like to place my order for X number of pairs in time for Christmas." Surely there must be a way to market this new found venture without spending my weekends on the flea market circuit amongst the throng of retired RV'ers with trailers packed with goods. For the love of Pete, I'm too young for that lifestyle not to mention not even being retired yet!
So please, if you or anyone you know can wear any of these socks please send your order now. And if you order now, I'll even throw in some knives from the kitchen! But do hurry as there are no operators standing by and besides, it may take the Mrs. until Christmas to finish her next pair...
