HAVE YOU EVER CRIED OVER A PAIR OF STRIPED SOCKS?

STRIPED SOCKS WERE NEVER JUST SOCKS.

I've finished making stripe socks!

For some reason, lately, I’ve been feeling strangely strongly about striped socks.

Maybe it’s because I recently went back to London and visited the building where I used to live.

The moment I stood there, so many memories came back.

Including the whole "striped-sock incident".

<Case 1>

That day, the people living upstairs were super noisy.

My housemates were so annoyed that they started banging on the ceiling with a stick.

And this stick was the problem!!!

I saw that they had rolled one of my striped socks around the end of the stick.

Probably to avoid damaging the ceiling. 

No bad intentions, right?

I understand, 

But...

WHAT ABOUT MY SOCK?!

I was so angry.

And so sad.

And then I cried.

Looking back now, I’m sure they probably thought,

“Really? Over a sock?”

For them, it was just a sock.

But for me, it wasn’t just a sock.

At the time, I couldn’t explain why I was so angry. 

Yes, I was young.

Probably a little childish.

Now, I think I understand it a little better.

Sometimes, the things we wear carry something that other people cannot see.

 

And now, I’m happy to make striped socks that can be loved and treasured.

These are not just socks.

My new LEG ART WEAR, Yay!

Dear People,

Our striped socks are
NOT “just socks.”
Cheers.

Love,
Us.