Sunday, January 20, 2008

A Sock Tale


The laundry is never truly finished. It is one of those jobs you can never say is completed. It's not just because someone always adds a towel or a shirt to the hamper just as I've put away the last washcloth. No. The true culprit is the sock.

I'm sure you're familiar with the villain of whom I speak. The lone sock that loses its mate somewhere between foot and clean laundry pile. I have a little stack of them. Tennis socks, argyle socks, lacy socks, a navy blue one. All without a partner. Where is that other sock? What happens to the second half of the pair? It isn't under the bed or behind the couch. I've looked. It isn't squished between the washer and dryer. I've looked there too.

I'm sure the lone socks would like to find their mates. If not, they will soon be paired with Pledge lemon oil furniture polish. Destined to never grace the respective feet of their owners ever again. Instead they face a fate of dust and dirt. Grime and muck. Poor socks. Oh you hidden socks. I give up! Come out, come out wherever you are! And bring my missing earring with you please.

9 comments:

Aunty Evil said...

I just reckon socks don't mate for life. At some point, usually fairly early on in their relationship, one sock decides it's had enough and off it goes.

Just be glad they didn't have any sockettes that get hurt by the seperation. It's only the toes that suffer.

And the launderer.

I think I have flipped my loop, right along with you Melinda...

Stomper Girl said...

Well I don't know how it happened but I'm pretty sure all your lost socks are at my house, and I wish they'd bloody well go home again.

twolimeleaves said...

Pete calls our washing machine "Thunderdome" - two socks enter, one sock leaves.



Please tell me I'm not the only person here who's watched Mad Max?!

Melinda said...

Aunty, you make me laugh! As always.

Stomper.... I'll pay the shipping if you send them!

Kirsty... that was Mel's finest hour.

caramaena said...

lol!

At least the wire coathangers multiply to make up for the missing socks.

Precious Pink Pumps said...

I find doing the laundry very therapeutic. I like making the dirty into clean. I avoid the sock dilemma by simply not dealing with them. I put all socks in to piles - husband, child one, child two. I don't wear socks.
Then they go in to respective sock drawers. They seem to find their mates that way. Try it. Let the sock think you don't care....and then when they least expect it, pair them up then do that "nah nah nah nah-nah" dance that kids do when they're trying to say "sucked in" wor "skunt" hich is aussie slang for "I'm cool and you're not". YOu can tell I am bored today huh? I am talking about tormenting socks. I am stuck out of town with nothing but a laptop....

Team SAK said...

This problem has become an epidemic at TeamSAK to the point I am looking for solutions short of sewing each matching pair together before they enter the machine. Complication further by Ahubby's balck business socks. Thought I was being clever getting the same brand all the time but was caught out by subtle differences in colour and style. It is a nightmare!

Fairlie said...

I put all my unmatched socks into a ziplock bag in the laundry in the vain hope that eventually there should be some matches in there. At current count there are 21 unmatched socks in the bag(of which, only ONE belongs to me). My mum is so horrified at the rate at which socks go missing in this house that she gave me a couple of sets of 'sock stars' - they are little clips that keep a pair together as they go through the wash. But to actually clip each pair together adds a level of complexity to washday that just ain't going to happen... :)

Melinda said...

oh Fairlie, my grandmother used to do that! Pin socks together. I don't k now where she found the time, but that is beyond my capabilities. She also ironed underwear and pillowcases and waxed her floor every night.

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