My wife and I have a friend who loves photography. He takes hundreds of pictures and displays every one of them on Facebook. Not just the best ones, you understand. Probably every picture he takes. I hope he doesn’t have prints made. I don’t think he can afford it.
We get tickled at the fact that he tends to take pictures of his clothes. If he buys something new–he loves shopping for clothes–he posts pictures on Facebook. Before heading to church on Sunday, he lays out what he’s going to wear and–you guessed it!–he takes a picture and posts it on Facebook as well.
One of the nice things about Facebook is there’s absolutely nothing wrong with what he does. If his other friends are interested in seeing his clothes photos, more power to him and to them as well. I hope he doesn’t mind that we tend to ignore those posts. We don’t want him to think we’re disinterested.
We’re not. Not disinterested in him personally. He’s a really intelligent guy and he can be pretty interesting when his Asperger’s Syndrome symptoms don’t get in the way. But we love him in spite of them…and in spite of his photos.
I have to admit his clothes pictures once inspired me to take a picture of my favorite hats. Hats are my thing. Whether a driver cap style or an Australian Akubra, I’m almost never without a hat when I go outside. With no more hair than I have, I consider it a good health practice.
I actually posted an article about my hats a year-and-a-half ago, and I mentioned our friend then. I’d forgotten about it until tonight, and I’ll bet you don’t remember it, either. Old age in my case. I don’t know what your excuse is.
When I asked my wife this evening for a blog topic suggestion, she said, “socks.”
Socks? She only wears black or white socks. Nothing gray. Nothing interesting or exciting. And surely an article about socks would be equally dull.
But, as she laughingly pointed out, socks are my thing somewhat the way hats are. They just aren’t as obvious to someone looking at what I’m wearing. She reminded me that I only buy socks that are really different. So I could and should make my article really different, too.
For years I wore two pairs of camo socks. Plus other socks, of course. I found them on clearance for $.99 each at Old Navy. I live in a somewhat redneck area, and I figured they’d be just the thing–in spite of the fact I’m not a hunter.
I think that’s what got me started on wearing different kinds of socks. Yes, I still have some solid colored ones in the drawer, but I never touch them.
Oh, sorry. One exception. Our choir director likes for us to wear blacks and white shirts for the Christmas musical. So I grudgingly put on black socks to stay in her good graces.
One thing I haven’t mentioned yet is the fact I’m colorblind. A red-green deficiency, they tell me. But I get mixed up sometimes (make that “often”) on colors I’m supposedly able to see accurately. That makes sock matching a challenge. Unless they’re distinctly different.
And therein lies my legitimate excuse. Let my wife say it’s because I write “quirky inspirational fiction” and want to appear quirky. But you and I know the truth…
I just have strange tastes.
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