Liz, who cuts my hair, gave me these socks last week as a housewarming gift. Her neighbor makes them.
When I put them on today I found myself craving a parfait. I’m not even sure what a parfait is although I imagine it’s something pretty and sweet to eat, ice cream and crumbled cookies layered with gooey jams and fruit. The flutted tops of the socks remind me of tiny cake pans.
I think I’ll have some strawberry ice cream for lunch.