So this year, I came undone.
Now, a sock------
Yes, a sock. It is a beautiful knitted thing. A mastery of magic and engineering. Toe, foot, heel, leg, cuff. Heels being my favorite, the juncture at which horizontal becomes vertical by sheer trickery. There are as many recipes for socks as for spaghetti, but in the end, it is the making and the wearing that spark joy in my soul. Imagine the betrayal as the little fucker fell right the hell apart.
(photo of one of my socks with a stupid hole in it here)
(clever photo of heart-and-flower sock here)
Hyperbole and a Half wrote about her struggle with depression recently and the part that made me laugh and sob uncontrollably was the way she described what I call Giving Face. Unless you've just been surprised by a party girl poppin' out of a cake at a funeral, you have natural facial expressions related to your everyday speech. I feel like I literally need to reach up and mold my face into a look appropriate to any given experience. I often stand among people feeling stretched and awkward. I hear conversation around me, the attendant phrasing and pauses, then the alarm sounds that I'm supposed to react! Formulate, execute, et Voilà, A Face! Needs some work? Sorry.
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