Thursday, 30 November 2006

cotton monster

I can pick out my own clothes. (pretty well, actually. Or so I assume. Not too many people laugh and point, so I figure I'm doing okay.)

Dressing the kids is relatively easy- they both pick out their own outfits, and R is at the stage where I can't even try to assist her, or there will be much tears and wailing...

But.... the socks. The socks are killing me.

Downstairs near the dryer sits a ten gallon wastebasket, filled with socks. Not a pair among them. There are striped socks and solid socks, in glorious disarray. A sock with fuzzy dogs. A tall grey one with soccer balls up the calf, little pink socks (four, none making a pair) and winnie-the-pooh toe socks, one green, one red-striped.

Where are all the matches to these socks?

My house is not always tidy, but it's ludicrious to think that somewhere there's another pile of socks, waiting to be found. I could accept the washing machine eating a couple, but that many? Without breaking?

They're not in the kids' rooms - I've looked. What's left - under the dryer? Is there a place socks go to die?

Someday, I'm going to throw away the entire bucket of socks - devil-may-care, and start fresh.

Except, of course, if I do that, all the missing socks will decide it's time to end their wandering ways and come home...



NaBloPoMo note: Thirty days hath November - and now, November's over. It was...interesting.

9 comments:

Stomper Girl said...

They're here at my house.

velcro said...

My washingmachine has a thing about MrV's socks and regularly eats one.

Well done for making it through the 30 days. Take a day off!

daysgoby said...

Bwa ha ha! Now I didn't think they'd emigrated that far away...

You too, K! I met some great new people and found waaay toooo many new blogs to read....

Ask me in a month or so if I'd do it again.

velcro said...

There's one another one that starts today running for the month of Decemnber. Did I consider it? Not a bloody chance. I need a break from posting. Mind you I've spent the best part of the afternoon on the couch, reading blogs and being decorated with stickers by the FB

--erica said...

I HATE THE SOCK BASKET.
YES. I have been known to thrown the mismatched ones away.

Jeanne said...

I have a grocery bag full of them, I even have some from back in BC when I used to live there, which I really wonder why I keep because I KNOW I will never find the match to them... One of these days, when DH is not looking... I will throw out the ones I know have been in there for years.

On the same topic... if you have a pail full of these, I assume it is because you will not wear mis-matched socks. This topic actually came up the other day between a few ladies. A couple of them will just wear mis-matched pairs and don't even bother to make sure they match. They figure, I'm wearing shoes anyway, so who cares?

I can't do this. I would KNOW my socks were mis-matched all day, and I wouldn't dare take my shoes off anywhere.

My husband is horrible for putting similar socks together, and then I have the matches sitting in the bag for months before I find out what has happened. HE is the kind who doesn't care if they match as long as they are the same colour.

Lukey Barlow said...

Wait-- you mean your family only wears MATCHED socks?

Molly said...

There's obviously a sock eating monster hiding in your dryer....My nephew in Ireland is a newly minted civil engineer. As a student, it was a point of honour with him to wear mismatched socks, to his mother's chagrin....I'm wondering if he's changed his ways....

Jeanne said...

My family only wears matched socks. (Except perhaps for my husband?) I know, I know, apparently mis-matched socks are in style (according to the other ladies) and you can also apparently BUY a pair of mis-matched socks (Why would anyone buy them when I will give them away for free?)

I am mentally incapable of putting a mis-matched pair on. Except maybe for Halloween.

Jess?