Saturday Socks?

Saturday SocksI grew up with four brothers who pulled apart their bunk beds every Saturday morning with wild determination to make forts with pillows and blankets. They wrestled like puppies for hours with peels of screams and laughter. Finally, they would settle down to watch cartoons, huddled together and on top of each other, socks slipping from their feet; an image one brother later coined as “Saturday Socks”.

Today, I don my symbolic “Saturday Socks” every time I dig a flower bed, smear plaster on a wall, take a sledge-hammer to tile, or settle into this blog. For me, the phrase is emblematic of the freedom and creativity; of losing time and self to realize an idea; the freedom to PLAY!