Half the socks I wear are mundane white, black, or brown. They're my work or hiking socks. But the rest of my sock draw is filled with the kind of socks that will either make you laugh (I'm hoping for that) or cause you to scowl in disapproval. If you're the scowler type, oh well....that's your problem not mine.
What the heck is a mid 60s woman doing wearing crazy socks? Having fun! People around here have come to expect it of me and often check out my socks when I come to town. Now would I be one to disappoint them? Naw. I make sure that especially on market day, I wear something crazy.
These socks have become a form of comic relief. I work hard at homesteading and building my house. Sometimes it's discouraging when things go wrong. I've weathered crop failures, livestock deaths, broken equipment, failed experiments. Sometimes things just don't go well when I'm trying to build the house. And as I grow older I detest losing my stamina and slipping physically. And don't even go to the discussion of memory!!! I don't want to hear it. :) So a bit of childlike play comes in handy to keep the old morale up.
Growing up I was constantly reprimanded to "act your age", "act grown up", "be ladylike". Most of the time I conformed to society's expectations. But sometimes the child in me burst out. Now that I'm older I no longer bother to "act my age". Jeez, acting like an old woman surely isn't fun. What am I expected to do? Sit in a rocking chair on the front porch? No way, Jose! I'd rather let the child out to play as often as I can. Life is much better that way.
Happily I live in an area that is full of non-conformists and some really weird people. There's quite a bit of tolerance for oddballs here. So no one batts an eye at my crazy socks. Instead of disapproval, I am often greeted with smiles, laughter, and jovial kidding. Yes, life is much better that way. Fun is good.