Elf Socks?

Today's socks: so-called elf socks.
Now, normally I hate compliments at work. HATE THEM.  When most of my workmates compliment me they say "oh, you look nice."  And instinctively I think:
"I don't need nice!"
I don't need "nice." I don't need myself to be it, and I don't need anybody else to be it at me.

 (source)

(This does not mean you, Stella and Jessi.)  Partly because I am not trying to look NICE.  I am trying to look AWFUL.  And my preferred compliment is something along the lines of "Oh, well, you look homeless, and from the 1970s."

But today a few co-workers have complimented my socks.  excellent.  They have not said they were nice.  Even better.   One even made fun of them, calling them "elf socks", but even that is beginning to grow on me.  Elf socks.  heh.

Today's outfit is a bit librarianish.  Topped off by very librarian hair, even. 

And, to sweep away the cobwebs of yesterday I will (I am hoping) very soon be getting into my stupid gym clothes and going to the stupid gym.  Bleurgh.

Here's some Andrew Bird.

Small...far away

These are small, Dougal, and these are far away.

The problem with being the one doing the photos for this thing (because my beloved co-workers are far away) is that ALL the photos are just ever-so-slighty (or ever-so-greatly) off. As demonstrated above.

Today's trousers: tweed skirt, green shirty-thing, green cardy, and knee socks. Not my full-on librarian, which is MUCH classier.  (Green shirty-thing seen below, as is my pre-caffeine face, be warned!!!)

Maybe I should have warned you about the mad badger hair as well. It's to be expected, generally.

Clearly, though, I have been missing a trick in the trouser department (in the non-dirty way!).  a friend has pointed out that RED TROUSERS are the way to go.  I'll get shopping, post-haste!  Or better yet, I'll get Midge to do it for me!