If there was ever an idea whose time has come, it's stripey socks. In ballerinas? Of course. In sandals? Definitely. In your mock croc black patent courts? You betcha.
Once you find it's not only you flouting all the sartorial rules - as you do - but models in glossies normalising your fashion rebellion in their cropped trousers, stilletos and stripey socks, you realise (smugly) that they couldn't beat you, so they've joined you. There's a lesson in that.
Never mind the poem about growing old in a purple hat; forget your brazen refusal to mascara up on the least excuse; stripeysocks puts all that in the shade.
Rise up folks, replenish your sock drawer with ziz-zags, spots, neon pinks and purples, and show the world that boundaries are boring. We will not be told by self-appointed hosiery experts what we will and won't wear in our sandals - nor be upbraided by self-appointed sleep authorities for going to sleep whenever we wish.
What? Not obey the Sleep Police? Not tick boxes, colour in squares, or fill in schedules? People with ME making their own decisions about their own lives? Won't the sky fall upon our pretty little heads?
Shhhhhh. Remember the watchword, people. Stripeysocks.