Is there anything in the world less fun than sorting socks? Well sure there is, but for today’s blogging purpose, there isn’t?
When I was a little girl my sister and had to do the laundry and we would sit there forever trying to sort whose of the four girls was whose. I would just pretend to be sorting and let my sisters do it and then take the leftovers and put them loose into my drawers.
Not my family
Then, I grew up and finagled to get my husband to do the laundry. So still, no sorting socks. We have a system. Buy all the socks in the house exactly the same brand and type. Then put a tiny basket between the washer and dryer and dump all the socks in it. Then make the hypothetical kids go laundry basket diving every day. Of course, they are welcome to sort socks if they dislike this method of laundry. This does lead to a lot of missing mom and dad socks, but it is pretty cute to see my eight-year-old trying to put his shoes on with giant socks on. They both wear the same size socks as me.
Really, I think sock-sorting is a metaphor for the way I live my life. Reach your hand in and take what ya get. Embrace them, don’t keep searching for the right match. I challenge you to have a socky adventure. Today, I am going introduce you to Ms. Socksy. I tried to get her picture but she wouldn’t quit humping Jason’s neck.
x,
Becca
Lady or Not… Here I Come!
Laundry plain old sucks! My wife and I split up doing it… Blah!
Blah indeed.
I absolutely loathe folding clothes. But socks, I really don’t mind. But mine are sorted by brand and newness.
Do you number them too so that they are equal in wornout-ness?
No numbering, but I ration them, the newer ones get cycled less.
I have a friend whose husband made her number and letter his socks so they would be worn even. I told her I would tell him to sort his own socks.
My question has always been: Where do my socks GO? SInce I’m a teaching “professional”, I wear dress socks to work, and I have more singletons than pairs. The top drawer of my wardrobe is basically a sock orphanage.
I’m not pointing fingers, but this problem has ceased altogether since my wife and I split up. Now if I could just find about a dozen people with one foot . . .
I bet there are one footed people that would be thankful.
as long as they are of the same color scheme, we’re good…haha!
indeed.
The late lamented Miles Kington, English jazz musician and humorous writer, invented an organisation called the Sock Exchange (not the Stock Exchange) which existed to collect unpartnered socks and pair them up.
Ohhh he was a genious!
I think the odd socks pic looks great so I’d just wear something like that instead – it’s nice to be different and what better way than wearing such obviously mismatched socks
Exactly!
Reach in the sock pile and mind the centipedes. Got it.
Indeed.
I now buy socks with an L for the left one and an R for the right paw, guess what?
I now have 10 left and 5 right, how does that happens? Have no fucking clue.
I know is already the 3rd, but happy new year. It’s been crazy here, how am I supposed to catch up with the blogs if I have to catch up with work? I should quit.
Bahahahaha! Mr. Wonderful has a problem with mismatched socks, so most of the Pajari Girls help him out by wearing deliberately non-matching pairs. We think of it as desensitization. He is such a good sport…
Awww I am glad to hear he plays along. Makes life so much better.
Oh, how amusing to see the sock monkey humping Jason’s neck! Yes, socks are a pain in the neck. I wish I could have assigned the same color to the whole household while raising my three kids. I did utilize them to do that as a chore, with snacks as bribes.
Snack bribes are greatness.
Great post! Reminds me that there was a time in my life, from 1985 to 1994 to be precise, that I wore fashionable suits and ties with colored shirts, and socks and shoes that matched the color combo I chose each day, and I spent a lot of time matching socks. Then one day all the physical and neural reactions from bicycle racing, latin dancing, playing flamenco guitar and getting slammed by retroactive taxes hit me all at once, I did a reality check and bagged the suits (kept one black suit jacket and the coolest ties for special occasions); then I went out and bought all new black pants, black shirts, black socks and black shoes, and have worn all black ever since. Over the past 19 years I haven’t had to think about matching colors and what goes together, because whatever I grab from the closet and drawers match, go well together, are in style, and I never have to match socks. However, missing socks is another problem alltogether — either the dryer eats them or the ghosts steal them — because, even though I start out with the same number of pants, shirts, underwear and pairs of socks, on those occasions that I forget to do the laundry, I will inevitably end up with a missing sock crises.
The dryer gets hungry too. It has feelings.
My husband discovered a product that he believed would save his sanity and eliminate sock orphans – sock pegs. Only problem was that we kept losing the sock pegs!
What are sock pegs?
Ah, and well you may ask…a sock peg is a carefully designed plastic thingy (designed by a man) whereby the socks get pegged together when they are removed from feet and placed in dirty laundry hamper. Then the sock peg cleverly keeps the socks together throughout the entire washing and drying process. Me, being the superior laundress that I am, could manage to lose not only the one sock per pair but the sock peg as well. This is how I know there are either aliens in our midst or fairies at the bottom of the garden who eat socks and pegs but only in malicious combinations so as to mess with my head.
Oh yeah, you’re right. I know they talk about you when you’re not around too. Just yesterday my fairies told me your fairies phone them. Apparently the sock pegs through them for a loop, so they got the garden gnomes to help eat the pegs so the fairies would not starve.
Is that why my phone bill was so friggin’ high? F’ing phone fairies!! And have you ever tried scooping up the gnome poop so you can mow the lawn? Especially when they are shitting plastic pegs and socks. Do you think we could just get the fairies to Skype?
I wish I could. The yard guys handle the gnome poop. I think they use it as fertilizer.
His odd socks go to the dogs, literally, lol .
It’s nice to see Jason getting his own kind of lovin’, very cute
I don’t care if my socks match but then I rarely wear them so…
LOL See I made sure Jason got some action while he is here.
HA!
I love to sort socks. sorry…I love to match them up with their mate. sorry…
You are welcome to do that at my house.
i only do that if i’ve given birth to you or married you, so I can’t sort your socks! ha ha
Awww wanna get hitched?
sure, sounds good to me, will you buy me lots of seashells?
As many as you would like.
OK we’re married now, and I’ll sort your socks. It’s very soothing.
Ugh. I hate sorting socks. But I’ve never thought of it as a metaphor for life. If I had, then maybe I would have liked the whole sorting process better.
(Um … well, probably not.)
LOL see
my teenager purposly wear different socks every day. There is actually a store that sells them that way. Crazy!
LOL Gotta love that.
The only socks that matter are hiking socks and dress socks
And sock monkeys.
but sock monkeys are scary
only a little but they do sometimes like to be spanked.
I’m…um…never going to…spank a…sock…monkey…. :/ You’re a silly girl
Not a girl, a woman.
Well yes, a very bright, clever, and lovely woman, but a silly girl. No insult in that, if you like to play, good to bring the child out, yeah?
I wasn’t insulted.
There is a song called Rebecca Lynn by Brian White. I don’t listen to country music, but as that is my name…
Cool, I never heard of it. I didn’t think you were really insulted, and glad I was right
A NARRATIVE WITH A TREMENDOUS APPEAL.
I miss my sock puppet days. I think it is time for a reunion! Thanks for the idea!!
You’re welcome
My OCD kicks into high gear when it comes to socks. There will be no throwing them in the drawer willy-nilly, or matching them with ones less worn!! They will be sorted and folded!! lol
By the way Jason, does Bill Cosby know you have his sweater??
OMG I agree. I told him 1980 called and wanted his sweater back. Hmm I feel a post coming on.
Fo sho!! lol
Now you have done the socks blog
we will be eager to read the stockings
version, I do hope that you have a
generous supply of those Becca?
Happy New Year in 2013
and stay wicked and naughty
Andro xxx
I may or may not. You shall see.
x,
Becca
What? Oh man. There is just something magical I think about sorting socks. The opportunity to sit there going through the socks and that moment when you find the match it’s like finding it’s soul mate. Of course there are those one or two when your done that don’t have a matching sock and those you just throw in the trash like a used condom.
Well I have heard some men use socks like condoms.
Yea I’ve had to have more then one talk with my step son about that one…LOL
ohhhh awkward…
More so for him then me LOL. Once should be enough. If I got to repeat myself more than once well I’m going to make a point to embarrass you.
LOL not looking forward to those years with my squirt.
LMAO funny you used “squirt”
I am good like that.
What squirting? Your a squirter? That’s awesome.
LOL Ummm there isn’t a right way to answer that one.
LMFAO, sure there is. Yes. Be proud of it.
But what if I don’t? Or what if I do and don’t’ want people I know? What if I am a monkey with green hair?
Be proud of it all. It doesn’t matter. And ever woman has the ability it’s just a matter of hitting that right spot at the right time.
Who said I am a woman?
Who said your not?
My son has lived by this mantra most of his life and I’ve given him a hard time about it — I’ll have to show him your post so he can have something to throw up to me when he moves back in and I give him a hard time about it again.
LOL See and I am a full grown up.
Well, he’s supposed to be a full grown-up too — that’s why he manned-up and moved in with his sister, lol! If Frank and I were back to having a houseful of people, I would actually be seriously considering your tips from this post –amen.
LOL A house full changes a lot. How old is he?
21 going on 12 — he’s trying though, lol. Sometimes we had as many as 10 at a time at our house, and the laundry was never-ending! I know your post was meant to be humorous, but it also has a real ring of truth and good sense to it!
LOL I bet. That is a crazy amount of people. Rule number one, teach your children to do all your work so you don’t have to.
Lol, MY kids learned that early on — these were Frank’s kids and grandkids, and they didn’t lift a finger. I should have gone Becca on them and put all the stuff they left laying around on the back porch, especially their mismatched socks, lol!