So, I like yellow. But yellow? It does not like me. It just doesn’t suit me. And this saddens me, because I love cheerful, happy yellow (I love you, yellow, I do!), especially in many of its clothing incarnations. But can I wear them? Nopes. Not without looking hideous anyway, which is something I strive to avoid. I’ve heard tell that there’s a yellow to suit everyone, but much as I would love to believe this, I am unable to (just like there’s supposedly a shade of red lipstick for everyone too, but there sure ain’t for me. I blame the rule for being flawed on this point, not my face. It can’t be my face! Poor flawed face…) for never in all my attempts have I seen a yellow that didn’t make me look horribly washed out and pasty, and most likely also as if I was suffering from some extra-disgusting disease (maybe something involving insects. Or FUNGUS!!).
BUT! Yes, but. Yellow shall be mine. My feet, being rather hardier of pallour than my face, can have yellow socks! Hey, the fact that they will also be hidden by the socks which will in turn be hidden by my shoes and trousers can’t hurt either. But I’ll know. Yellow, I’ve got you. I can play your game.
So there you have it: the first inches of a Twisted Flower sock. Or in my case, Twisted Daffodil!