October 3rd, 2007


How does this happen?

This weekend I decided to put away every scrap of laundry we had hanging around. Hubby and I have been trying to be better at getting the stuff folded and put away, but there is always that nagging little pile of stuff you don't want to deal with - and it's usually 98.4% socks. I tackled the basket of doom on Sunday and discovered this:

What is that you ask? Why it's ~20 (I think the final count was 23) unmatched socks. My socks. Hubby has 2 mateless socks, I had double digits. I am not irresponsible with my socks, I take them out of the drawer and put them on, I make sure to come home with the same number of socks I left with, I don't lend my socks to friends, I don't perform sock-puppet theatre, and heck I don't even wear them in the summer. So these swingin' socks have been hanging around my laundry since April or so. I even try to make sure they go in the laundry hamper at the end of the evening. I don't throw them into the ceiling fan to see where they may land (this may also be due to the fact that we don't have a ceiling fan. If we did, I totally would!)

Clearly this is some sort of conspiracy by the ladies' sock vendors of at least the Ottawa area. It may be much broader, but I generally buy my socks close to home, so I can't comment on the rest of the world.

Good news is that I did manage to smash together 30 or so pairs, so I'm not in any immediate danger of running out and those evil sock vendors are just going to have to work a bit harder to get me back in their stores any time soon!