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I Forgot My Socks

While on the subway to yesterday's soccer game, I realized something distressing; I had forgotten my socks. Socks that would fit over shinpads and into cleats. All socks. Any socks.

You cannot play soccer barefoot when others are wearing cleats. Even casual games of barefoot soccer run the risk of broken toes. I cannot wear shinpads and cleats without socks: blister city!!

What to do?
I was running late.
My team does not have extraneous women.
Going home would essentially mean missing the game...

The bus stop I get off at is across the street from Marshall's. So I bought a pair of men's socks at Marshall's.

Striped socks that pulled up over my shin pads although they weren't made for this type of wear. Socks whose purple heels sat above my heel, at the back of my ankle.

Unethical socks, most likely. I feel sad about this, as I've been enjoying the challenge to put my money where my mouth is and only purchase ethically made or used clothing. I don't feel that I've failed or that this particular challenge is "over" (I hope it will never be), but I do want to make note of my choice, for my own sake and also to let y'all know how it's going.

Relatedly, I need new shoes, and am about to order a pair (possibly two) online from an ethical producer in the States. I'm mostly afraid that they won't be quite the right size and I'll be stuck with ethical but ill-fitting shoes, which will be frustrating.


I'll keep you posted on how that plays out. And in the meantime, time to start triple-checking my sock situation before leaving the house!

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