So I’m a bit concerned.
Yesterday I saw three Full Grown Women –good looking gals in their late 30’s and presumably employed in the financial district where I was meeting a friend for lunch. This in itself is not extraordinary. Seeing three women in the course of an afternoon lunch is not a big deal unless you happen to be a resident of one of this nation’s many splendored jails, incarceration facilities and/or hoosegows.
The reason I’m writing this, and you are no doubt breathlessly reading it, is that these full grown woman, by all accounts women who are Old Enough to Know Better were wearing solid, non-descript sweaters, solid, non-descript knee-length skirts and –get ready for it– KNEE SOCKS.
KNEE SOCKS! I almost died. In fact, since I live in Texas I “liketa” died. And it’s not like these three women were together! No, there were three separate women who all looked into their closet full of boring Talbot-ery (sorry Fran) put on their work-appropriate clothes and instead of tying on a fabulous scarf or wearing a say-something necklace decided “let me just yank these trouser socks allll the way up and pretend they’re boots” put on their loafers and called it an outfit.
The first one I could kinda give a pass. I mean, it’s been really cold here recently and Texans are not notorious for having a lot of winter wear. I thought maybe she didn’t have any tights or tall boots, and all her pants got eaten by a band of marauding trouser badgers. You know, that sort of thing. But when I saw a second and then a THIRD well…I almost broke my rule about not drinking after noon.
Ladies, please. Please do not wear knee socks in a professional setting. Yes they’re cute in a sort-of-tired-because-Reality-Bites-was-a-really-long-time-ago-and-why-don’t-people-just-get-over-it-seriously-I-mean-it-enough-with-the-lunchboxes way if you’re youngish and have an alterna-girl bent but seriously, SERIOUSLY, unless you are women’s field hockey player, bagpiper or a practitioner of the stripperly arts there is no conceivable reason for it.
Except for the badgers, of course.