Sock insurrection

Today, shockingly, my socks are staging an insurrection.

Perhaps it is their proximity to the baby poo brown plaid trousers (yes, again! Alright, I woke up late for work and blah blah blah!), perhaps they lamented my choice of brown shoes... but my black work socks have staged a slouch-in and have refused to cooperate.

They have fallen down on the job.
They are refusing to cooperate.
And so they will be punished with a trip to the bin.

Oh, it's true, I could give them to the charity shop... but why on earth would I give disobedient socks to some unsuspecting person?  No.  I will not!

(Oh, and maybe they were trying to teach me a fashion lesson... well ok.  No more black socks with brown shoes... not ugly enough... brighter, uglier colors from now on... Prints! Patterns! That's it!!!)

(Above is today's ensemble- the aforementioned ugly trousers and ever-present shapeless green work cardy)

And the trousers go to...

Today's trousers: baby-poo brown plaid with a subtle blue stripe, jauntily mismatched with a blue floral shirt because it was what was laying on top of a box where I could see it this morning. 

Oh, M, how I enjoy your fashion sense!  So quirky, so devil-may-care, so COLORBLIND!

Yes, yet again I look like I got dressed in the dark... but I didn't!

These trousers are the ugliest color in my collection, but I think not the ugliest trousers overall.

The trousers are ugly, but the photograph is unflattering.
It's win-win frankly.

Oh. You wanted to hear about the date. 
1. I did not fall down
2. I did not spill
3. I did not mention Stalinworld as my ideal honeymoon destination
4. I did not mention Stalinworld
5. I did not mention my love of genocide as it relates to my research on cultural nationalism

Surprisingly we were still able to make conversation.  So we'll see. 
And: this is not me, but it could be