I’m listening to The Odyssey at the moment and always wonder what ‘ambrosia’ actually is, not believing it was dealt from a blue tin and either made of rice or, euggh, custard.My current theory is that perhaps it was the Greeek precursor to the Happy Socks of the 21st century. The gods were always served ‘ambrosia’ with nectar and I think anyone would love a bit of nectar and a new pair of happy socks. I know I would be super chuffed. Though, come to think of it – ancient Greeks were a sandal-loving kind and I don’t want to be encouraging the sock-and-sandal look, even in a bygone civilisation. Or, perhaps the historians have it all wrong and translators have misunderstood texts and where we see sandals they were in fact sporting just happy socks.
‘What are happy socks?!’ I hear you cry, eager to see if my new podiatric hypothesis sounds plausible .
Well, let me tell you. Happy socks were first invented in the winter season of 2005/6, in my front room at home by my lovely Mum, geenius that she is. She knitted me a pair socks, in some very funkily coloured wool. Not just one colour wool but magically, the samee ball of wool is made of many many colours. Not only do these socks look marvellous but on putting them upon your feet, they exude deep joy and a sense of warming calm until smileyness pervades your entire being. From that day forth, I have been the proud receiver of many pairs of the delightful socks – in as many different colours as exist under the sun. A brand new pair were made especially for the ocean and my acute powers of detection lead me to suspect there is a new pair commissioned especially for my birthday bag. I promise I haven’t looked, but one just knows sometimes. One senses one’s toes starting to wiggle in eager anticipation of the encompassing, restorative, all powerful and remedial qualities of the socks within. Tonight,
for example, would have been a perfect time for happy socks, for when I came inside from rowing my toes were soggy and cold. However, the cabin soon reached a rather warm 29°C (I’ve been in here since 6pm day 41 due to big seas/squalls – now day 42 0100) and socks were a bit too much. Having just been outside to cool down and take in the whistling midnight winds (gusting 25 knots SE- so we are honking along) and getting the requisite soaking, I have now donned said happy ocean socks to toastify the toes. Oh, how contented are the tootsies now. Logically, happy socks make happy days. There isn’t really a time when happy socks don’t serve a beautiful purpose, save when you’re swimming or it’s too hot to wear socks. Or you’re wearing sandals. Or out here on the waves, there is a strict rule about not wearing them outside the cabin for fear of ruination.
And with that I leave you with a sprinkling of happy socks facts and the news that one of your favourite bloggers will be making another appearance in the next week or two… They’re vey busy at the moment liaising with the weather gods and the like. Finally, do let me know what you think of the ancient happy socks theory – should I submit a paper to Ancient Greeks Today?
Meanwhile, we’ve some surfing to do.
S & D x
Further happy socks facts…
– Ownership increases especially around festive periods but production is year round
– Also known as Similar Socks in some circles
– Matching headgear has been known to exist, particularly during my Baldilocks summer of 2006
– Some are even fashioned out of bamboo wool (one has to be absolutely sure to avoid areas where hungry pandas are known to frequent)
– Can be knitted while watching television/listening to music, being chauffered and I wonder if it even goes on while the Master Artiste is asleep, without even realising she is doing so, so clever and skilled is she.
Susieroo of the Calderan variety – ¿Que pasa chica? No hay los tiburones por aqui…espero a ver uno antes el fin. So I know a real Lifeboater,eh? I salute you ever more m’dear and to think you’re doing so with Similar Socks. Grand. Whereabouts? Might row and see you. Any spare crunchies that you could wing my way?! Otter love x
Xtina – I figured I can be Master Clock Keeper out here and choose whatever time zone I like to suit me best. Currently going by WST still, 7hrs ahead of BST. My treats would be a plankton net and my plankton ID guide (left at home!); a bird and fish ID guide (couldn’t find any in Freo) and some lemons. A new set of headphones. And perhaps if the chocolate resupply plane is passing too… And if Mum’s doing some baking this week…!Is a masseur too big?
Alan- You are on my list of people to see immediately on my return. Might come straight from the airport. Oh how my shoulders yearn for you to mince them! Folks-If you need sports massage and you’re in N London, Alan is your man. I travel hours to see him.
Marcel-Just under 2,000nm to go… Canon sounds ace. Fireworks and orchestra too?!
Laura – Haha! I know there is at least one mars bar left -I’ve seen it in one of the food bags tucked in the front cabin. Just can’t reach it. Those not packaged in day bags do all appear to have , erm, disappeared.