Yes, here it is, folks. I thought this day would never come. Brace yourself. Here it comes. Ready?

I finally warmed up to the idea of wearing socks.

Now don't get me wrong. It's not that I'm opposed to cotton/rayon fabric against my ankles in any way, quite the opposite actually, especially on winter nights. But there's something about the unspoken requirement to wear them, the attachment, the necessity that bugs me. And probably the fact that I used to have a drawer full of black socks when I was a waitress as they would "sock check" us before every shift, making sure NO ONE had white or (insert other colors here). Nazi regime, anyone?

But once I started seeing more and more of this sock action popping up, particularly with cute heels, I looked at my neglected sock drawer of yesteryear and felt a tinge of guilt for neglect. So I donned these puppies with my new yellow strappy gladiator heels (I think it's a nice contrast) and dressed it down a bit with my cut-offs and a plaid shirt I rescued from my boyfriend's goodwill pile.

Socks, you're still not exactly on my good side. But you're not on the bad either. I guess that's a start, right?

Shirt: Vintage plaid men's shirt, from Ian's closet
Shorts: DIY jean cut-offs
Shoes: Yellow strappy gladiator heels, Nine West
Belt: Vintage gold leaf belt
Hat: Black panama hat, Halston