One of the expanding tribe of people who work from home, every few hours I reward myself with a trip up to the park with the smartphone and take a breather on the bench.
While devouring a small tub of raspberry sorbet over a half-hour the other day, I was witness to three gents wearing mismatched socks — a much higher percentile than the national average, surely?
The fashion detective within was insatiable with curiosity about how these pairs became estranged.
I am furious that the laundry always gets the blame and I tend to attribute it to sheer laziness on behalf of the wearer who does not roll or stack his sock in the correct pattern or colourway, or correct it upon dressing, instead of deciding it’s fine to leave the house looking like a children’s panto clown.
One of the three offenders wore sports socks with the unthinkable clash of three stripes on one ankle and a swoosh on the other but the most visually jarring was the business gent who presumed a small white fleck on navy sock on the right foot would look sensational with a plain tan woollen rib on the left. An asymmetric essay in boring.
Please review your sock drawers this weekend — it is a step in the right direction.