There is a shopping bag behind the laundry door. It has a special purpose: the answer to that eternal, infernal question: Where do unmatched socks go?
I once read that they end up sunning themselves on the beaches of Tanzania. Why not? We now know that flip-flops of the world escape to Kenya’s Kiwaiyu island. So it’s not difficult to imagine a soggy sock, in the despairing depths of a dreary sock marriage (and a job that’s more than a little on the nose), slipping down the washing-machine outlet pipe, away from its unsuspecting laundry dance partner, and out into the wide wonderful ocean. And then, finding itself on some idyllic distant shore, being swept off its feet foot, so to speak, by a sock mismatch made in heaven – ‘Shirley Valentine for Socks’. Sigh…
But the truth, I fear, is as dull as wash-water – missing socks, it appears, lie so near, yet so far from their perfect match somewhere in the bowels of the dark sock-drawers of their myopic owners. In our household, these sad singles end up in the bag behind the laundry door, invariably, not far from their original sock suitors.
Time for me to go and match-make.
For other hated household chores, see The Daily Post.
Great holding area for the mismatched looking for a match mate.
And, usually, there is one!
This has to be one of the mysteries of life! I’m sure someone comes into my laundry at night just to steal one sock. Maybe there is a vortex built into every washing machine and socks travel between machines just to send us all nuts. If I ever solve this problem I’ll let you know (and make a million dollars in the process) ;)
A sock wormhole, haha. Try the bag trick – when it gets full, tip them out onto a table (in very bright light, ;-) ) – I think you’ll find they all have rightful partners :)
Bwhahahaha too funny – very good writing there bb :) I am sure that my two dogs have something to do with missing socks in this household.
Thanks, Gabe, haha :-) Sock-eating dogs?! Do you check after nature takes its course, haha?
they just chew on the socks (if they swallowed a sock they’d know about it ;) )
Hahaha! I don’t throw out my single socks. Like you I keep them. When I’m feeling adventurous or in happy mood, I like to wear mismatched socks :)
Why not?! I think I need to adopt your style :-)
glad to see someone has an answer to the odd sock conundrum!
Drive me nuts, Christine. And there are only two of us in this household!
Looks like you have a lot of them!
Yes, it’s time… ;-)
There is a very simple soluton to the single sock phenomenon. Have a dating service whereby the mismatched ones are worn. Most of the time nobody even notices.
That’s true, Col. Time to think outside the sox.
Very funny, BB! I also have a “one earring” box…I found one under the couch with the cat toys the other day…not sure where its mate is…
Thanks, Sue :-D I will not ask what you do on that couch!
ah, matchmaking, bb, such sweet sorrow. Cheers to all the socks in the World who’ve made it to freedom from that soulless (holey socks?) marriage. Loving the laundry bag. xPenx
Very stylish, don’t you think? :lol:
Oh no, it’s got absolutely nothing to do with running off to tropical islands. There are alien ships circling our atmosphere and as soon as the machine goes into final spin cycle, they pop down here to pinch that odd sock out your machine. I hear they wear them on their heads.
So that’s why the washing machine sounds as if it’s about to take off during the spin cycle!!
Alien sock hats, lol.
Say, do you happen to have one thin, black knee-high?
Undoubtedly :) *rummaging in bag*
Thank you for solving a decades-long argument in this house about the Mystery of the Disappearing Socks.
Now I’m off to Tanzania to find my other shoe.
Not sure that The Hub will buy that excuse…
PS I love your header photo.
Thanks – nectar for bees :)
so true, so funny.
a French writer once said ” l’espièglerie des objets familiers” the miscief of familiar objects
I like that, :)
Oh, that’s such a wonderful quote – thanks, Ben :-)
I find they migrate to nice dark hidey spots like pajama legs and the arms of sweaters. They get found out eventually, though, and have to join their mates. lol
Sock hide-and-seek :-)