Meg Speak

I am not a gray bra kind of girl. In fact, I’m not a boring sock/undies/bra kind of girl. Nothing makes me sadder than a pair of plain white socks. I’ve always been the type of person who adores colorful socks. Ever since toe socks came into fashion I’ve been receiving socks for every major holiday from someone. For Christmas I got a pair of colorful socks from my mother (along with many other things) and 2 sets of colorful cashmere socks from my mfmil (maybe future mother in law). As a side note, what the hell do you call your boyfriend’s mother? We’ve been together for four years and they are practically family to me, so it’s always bizarre to say that I am going to my boyfriend’s parent’s house. Is there a term for that? Let’s make one. Mother In Law is of course off the books, but perhaps we can say something like Mother Through Close Proximity or Mother Through Man. In my opinion, she is my Mother in Mind. I adore Matt’s parents… really, I adore his whole family. I’ve been extremely grateful that I don’t have a ‘monster in law’. Though, to tell you the truth, I am worried what they will think when I get engaged to their son. We both know it’s going to happen, but I’m still terrified that someone will not approve. Oh well, they will just have to get over it.
Back to socks. I’ve been trying to turn as many people as possible against plain white socks. I consider socks a glimpse of personality. I had a professor once who always dressed conservatively in kakis and a tucked in dress shirt (always in muted tones), but one day he moved in such a way that his socks peaked out of his tailored pants and I saw that they were a multicolored holiday sock. I instantly knew I would adore this man, and over the semester I came to find that he was funny, intelligent and had an amazing personality. I’m telling you, it’s the socks. They are a perfect indicator of who you are. They are something that is almost always hidden under your meticulously planned clothes, but when they are spotted by someone else, they say a little something about who you are. Are you the type of person who matches their socks to their clothes (my bf tries to match his boxers to his shirt… men)? Are you the type of person why enjoys colorful socks? Or are you someone who will just grab whatever is in your drawer, not caring that you are putting something so plain on your body? Think about it. You spend time shopping for pants, shoes, underwear, shirts… but you get ugly white socks. I’m just saying.
I talked about this once with my counselor, and she joined the colorful sock bandwagon. It’s about bringing a little more joy to a mundane thing. I’ve turned my mfmil, many friends, including Katie who gave me purple grape socks as a moving away present, and several people I happened to encounter. There is nothing better than looking in your drawer while getting ready and being greeted by an array of color. “Who am I today,” you may ask yourself. It’s for you to decide whether you want to be a white sock kind of person, or whether you want to show that you’re a little more fun.
I’m not a white sock kind of girl, and I’m not a gray bra kind of girl. I may be wearing gray sweatpants at the moment, but you can bet that I’m wearing multicolored socks and a hot pink bra underneath my clothes.