Monday, June 27, 2011


It's no secret that I love socks. I have a huge collection of socks of all varieties. I especially like Christmas and Halloween socks. When I went on my mission, I had to buy some socks, not because I didn't have any, but because I didn't have normal white ones. When I go to gift shops while traveling, I usually buy socks. I really love socks. 

My love of socks started from my hate of feet. I despise feet, especially my own. I was embarrassed to ever be seen without socks. I never wanted anyone to see my feet. Unfortunately, I inherited my toes from my father, and they aren't that good looking (no offense Dad). So I always wore socks. And then I discovered how much I love them.

This picture was from a sleepover I had in high school. Notice how I'm the only one wearing socks, and they don't even match. 

Then began my strange habit of sleeping with only one sock on. It actually started because I had some sort of rash on my right foot. I would put cream on at night then let it dry while I slept. But I still slept with my left sock on because I still hate feet. Then I discovered that I could use this one sock thing for temperature control. When it was too hot, I would stick my right foot out from under the covers. Even after my rash was gone, I kept doing this. I still do it to this day in fact. But, this did not cure my loathing for feet. 

When I went to prom in high school, the boys in my group woke us up early for a surprise breakfast. I am not at all a morning person. My own date, Trevor, was too scared to wake me up, so Brent did it. When he shook me awake, the first thing I said was, "I NEED MY SOCK!" I was afraid he would see my foot. I wasn't mad about it being morning, or that my hair was messy, I just didn't want him to see my foot. That's how much I hate feet. 

Anyway, all of this is leading up to how I am changing a little. A few weeks ago, I had just showered and hadn't put on socks yet. Morgan wanted me to go outside and see something. I was too lazy to put on shoes, so I went outside barefoot. And to my surprise, I really enjoyed it. I love how the grass feels under my feet. To anyone who knows me well, this is a shock. I have actually started walking around the house barefoot. Yesterday I had to put a sock on to go to bed because I hadn't been wearing them all day. And I have started wearing sandals which I wouldn't ever do before. I don't know what happened, but I am starting to hate feet less. It must be Idaho. It's changed me in so many ways. 

Here I am sporting my new bare feet! What's happening to me?


  1. First you cook (and eat) elk. Now you wear socks. Where is Em-bo?!

  2. Did you know that Cory likes feet. He loves that picture of all the feet!

  3. Once there was a silly girl named Emily who thought she couldn't write. But she was wrong! She actually knows how to put words together really well! What an entertaining read! (I have one foot that is colder than the other, so I often wear one sock to bed...) And now we know about Cory and his foot fetish...if this means he likes to rub feet, count me in!

  4. Oh goodness I like you so much! I love walking on grass. Also mud and puddle jumping. You should give it a try. Maybe you'll start liking crunchy things?

  5. I agree with Myrna. And I always knew you liked socks, but I loved reading how that came to be? So now that you're comfortable in your own two feet, is it time to start sending you nailpolish as a gift?

  6. Diana, I don't know if I'm quite ready for nail polish yet. That's a big step.