Single Socks
Big pile of socks eh? And these are the ones that were left over after Stephen had patiently sorted all the rest into pairs.What happens to cause this? Do other households have a similar Sock Mountain? There are only four of us - how could that many single socks have disappeared? Are aliens particularly interested in abducting single socks?
Apart from the ones that are obviously blue, they were all black once and now they have faded to varying shades of rusty brown. Of course, I could ruthlessly chuck out all the brown ones since they are truly horrible - - but then, they still work perfectly well as socks, and I was brought up with Grandma saying "Don't you know there's a war on?" whenever we tried to throw anything away, or even turn the light on, so I find it hard to throw things away while they still have use left in them. (nb there wasn't a war on. Grandmas are permitted to say such rubbish and small children are expected to accept it).
And every sock is a slightly different shade to every other sock, so if you throw away any individual sock you have that lingering feeling that you may be just about to come across its identical twin and Then What?
A National Sock Amnesty is called for where you are invited to Hand In Your Single Socks Free Of Guilt. Otherwise, I can see a day coming where the whole house is stuffed full of socks and I am sitting in a sobbing heap in the corner wondering what to do next.
posted by Daphne at 10:53 pm
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Give 'em to a local primary school to make puppets. In other news, the birth story is available by email, and I'm not aware of a non-LJ-user-non-anonymous way of commenting.
in our house we have this theory that single socks have a mysterious mating habit that takes places late at night in the corner of sofas and would explain the appearace of small single socks shortly afterwards. This is usually as one of us impulsively takes of socks and discards them during question time say, or a black and white film, saying ¨well that´s the end of the wine - I think I´m off to bed...¨ Beware turining on the living room light after midnight - Sock Copulation!!
Dye them all black!
I do remember once asking a certain youg man to collect all his clothing off the floor of his room. I then ventured in, carried out a thorough search, and located 29 socks. Hmm, I wonder where he lives now...
Oh, and some of Emily's are probably in MY odd sock bag!
It is a little known fact that the washing machine is connected to another dimension. If you happen to be using the washing machine, at the same time as washing the dishes. A sock passes through the a transformation, and becomes a lone tea spoon at the bottom of the washing up bowl, just after you have checked and found it empty.
If the teaspoons go missing, the odd socks will start to appear once more.
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