I have been so wrong

It's surprising how some of the decision one makes in youth turn out to be so wrong-headed.  For example, I used to believe the wearing socks to bed was one of the least attractive things a woman could do. It was right up there with the cigarette seccotined onto the lower lip.  Frumpy, dowdy, ugly were the words the applied to women who wore socks to bed.  I would never, never do such a dismal thing.

Unless, of course, I was sick and couldn't get my feet warm, but you know, when you're young, you'll never be sick and cold-footed.  Or old.  Or wrong.

Now I realized that bed-socks are winsome, charming, fetching accessories, and I have been a fool to deny myself the pleasure of them all these years.  I have silky bed-socks, fuzzy bed socks, bed-socks to match my nighties. (I used to sleep nude, too, but found it was cheaper to turn down the heat and put on a nightgown.) Wearing socks to bed has a certain kinky allure, and best of all, it makes me feel good.  What an idiot I have been!