With temperatures dropping, I won’t be wearing flip flops much any more. I’ll instead be digging into my drawer of “crazy socks.”

Yes. I have a whole drawer for my colorful, fun socks.

I have school socks. I have socks from other countries. I have socks from other states.

I have socks for almost every holiday. (LOTS of Christmas socks!)

I have toe socks. I have socks with animals on them.

I have fluffy socks. I have socks with grippers on the bottom.

I have white socks. I have black socks. I have rainbow socks.

I have short socks. I have knee-high socks.

I. Love. Crazy. Socks. It’s, frankly, an addiction. I think I could wear a different pair every day, and not wear a pair twice for a little over a month. And the sad thing is that I look at socks at the store all the time. I love it when my husband surprises me with a pair from his travels on the road. When all else fails, give me a pair of fun socks and I am a very happy lady.

Anyone else love fun socks? Or am I alone in my addiction?