Yesterday my son showed a friend of ours that he had a pair of socks on that were both black but the toe part was red on the one sock and orange on the other. I commented that my black socks seemed also to be mismatched. My son blamed it on the “laundry department” i.e. me. My friend commented that he would never wear mismatched socks. And seemed to have great sympathy for my son. Ugh.
This quickly lead to a discussion about the “single sock laundry syndrome” which is one that will be familiar to all moms …… what the hell happens to socks in the wash …… because in my mind they go to that great sock heaven, along with tupperware lids. Our friend looked completely stunned when I told him that we currently have 68 single socks in a basket in the laundry.
Did we originally buy them in a pair – Yes
Did we wear them in a pair the first few times – Yes
Did we throw them into the laundry basket in a pair – Yes
Were they washed as a pair – Yes
Did they come out the washing machine / washline as a pair – No
And therein lies the age old question ….. who has that other one?
So we decided that a “single sock party” is the way to go. We get a group of people together who all bring their single socks along. ….. we throw them in piles together according to colour and adult & kids socks. And then you see if you cannot marry your single socks as close as possible to someone else’s. Once this is done we roll up the newly married pairs and donate them to the church Soup kitchen initiative so that when they go out on Friday evenings to feed the street people, they can also give out socks.
If I have 34 mismatched pairs, can you imagine how many pairs 10 or 20 of us can make?
So come on parishioners and friends ….. let’s find a date for the single sock party. Bring cake, bring colddrink, bring yourselves and most of all — bring the socks!!!!
c’est la vie xxx