All of my socks have holes in them,
It really is quite bad,
Sometimes it makes me so upset,
I cry cuz I'm so sad
This is what I did instead of anything productive. Like my Edinburgh blog. Or Rome. But oh well. I'm heading off to the south of France tomorrow with Sweet Briar. I get to go back to Arles and Avignon, and also will get to visit Uzès, which I've never been to before. But then after this trip I'll be in Paris for a while. Well, two weeks that is. And I'll have time to catch up on travel blogs. But for now, you just get to look at my
sexy gross feet. But at least you can enjoy my failed attempts in front of the camera:
The making of "Ode to My Socks":
I give up on the formatting. I keep fixing that one picture and it just goes back to that corner. Same goes for the funky spacing. So I give up. If it wants to be there then who am I to tell it that it can't be? The OCD part of me is only going a little crazy...