Oh "My Ankle", socks.

Today, I had an epiphany. 

Socks, I have always loved you. My love grew in high school when I realized that all the sock's I'd accumulated (mostly from Mom), were not, in fact, super lame. They were glorious. I wish I had a picture of my sock collection. I have reindeer socks, fuzzy socks, knee high socks, ralph lauren socks, argyle socks, heart socks, polar bear socks (boyfriend's fav), polar socks (supposedly for camping, more like everyday wear for my toesies), and so much more. If you've been to my home, you've probably witnessed me rockin my socks. If you're a friend of mine, then you have probably also rocked my socks. So you can imagine my happiness when I got a package this weekend including lots of candy and SOCKS. Thanks Audrey, you're the bestest. 

In other news, I was trying on my new 8$ flats,

and I slipped them on with my aforementioned gifted socks, to admire them some more. 

Dear over-the-ankle sock trend with shoes, I've never really appreciated you until right now. I can't believe how cute I think it is! Haha, I can't wait to go buy more cute socks for my winter-wear!

(Images via The Sartorialist) 

So, the title of my post is an ongoing joke within my circle of friends. When I turned 16, me and some close friends were hanging out at a pool late at night where there was a lifeguard (who we had been giggling about all night). He was cute. We were big dorks. You might be able to see how this would turn out embarrassing for me. We were the last to leave that night, on purpose of course. My loveliest of friends, Audrey, quickly thought of an excuse to stay even later, grabbed my hairband off my wrist, and tossed it over the fence under some chairs by the pool. We ran back to get it, not obvious at all that we were just staying for some more looks at Mr. Lifeguard. Then it got awkward, when they offered to help us look for it, and we had it already. So we left, quietly and giggly. About two steps out of the pool area, I tripped, and twisted my ankle, and screamed.

"MY ANKLE." 

It was very high-pitched and squeaky. And I have never lived it down. I'm sure all of the people at pool, including good-looking lifeguard, could see me and definitely hear me. 

Mortifying. 

Oh, to be 16 and single. 

Anywho, I know I said I would post an outfit, but um.. I forgot my camera at home all weekend! But hopefully tomorrow I can coerce my boyfriend into taking my pictures. I have winter clothes just begging to be worn!

Happy Sunday!