Some Serious Odd-sockery
There has been some serious odd-sockerey going on in this apartment of late. The drawer in my bedroom which houses the hose contains more singletons than a speed dating event with free beer. I have so many unattached socks that a burglar rummaging through my drawers could be forgiven for thinking he was in the home of Long John Silver himself.
Where these blighters get to I have no idea, but I’m thinking of transferring my remaining pairs to a new, high security drawer, where no sock is allowed out unaccompanied, and they are permanently balled up until needed.
In the meantime, I’m going to embark on a bedroom sock safari, hunting out those fleeing foot covers in every nook and cranny I can find. It’s a dirty job, but someone has to do it.
Are there many socks missing in action in your home?
The image accompanying this post is my own. It shows some of my 'orphans'.
Image Credit » Image: My own