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I fully realise that I am setting myself up for ridicule here but what the hell – I’m used to that. So yes – these are my socks. Well they are one half of a weeks supply of socks.
I found them last autumn in Marks and Spencer, bought three weeks worth – which is more or less my clothing washing cycle – and they are great. They are soft, warm, comfortable and no matter where I am, if I forget what day of the week it is I can quickly whip off a shoe and find out. Great eh?
It has been known for my other half to ask me if I could get out a pair of her socks from her sock drawer. This is a bit of a nightmare. The first hurdle is getting the drawer open because socks of all shapes, sizes and colours have been crammed in to overflowing. And when the drawer is finally prised out chaos reigns. You know there are matching pairs in there somewhere…
Being a fairly organised chap I don’t have this problem. And having socks that just cry out to be stacked in day order makes the whole task easier. Then in the morning I can just open the drawer and take the next two off the top. Easy.
A little while back I wrote an item called “Where is that secret place that cutlery goes?‘ and socks, as everyone knows, are just as cunning as cutlery. Maybe even more so. Yesterday was the last day of my three weeks worth of socks and when I opened the drawer and fished out the last two you can imagine my surprise when there was just the one Saturday sock. And one Wednesday sock.
And I have no idea how they did that.
Bizarre indeed….and I’m not just talking about the socks saga.
Three posts in four days !! This could become habit forming, my lad.
Being that I yearn to be American, my only socks are of the white ankle variety so when I get to the last pair of my extensive supply, I’ll always find a match. The only fear I have is that I’ll again come upon a solitary sock, as has happened a few times, but usually its twin can be found at the bottom of a fitted sheet. On my bed. Fitted !
How it was missed during the fitting procedure, is also a bit magical.
I also bulk bought from M&S at the start of the year, the only difference is I bought 30 pairs of bog standard black socks, which I wear until the there are no more then wash !!!!
Yes is it sad, but so what I have more important things to do than select socks !
What could be more important than selecting socks?
I always said that if I won the lottery – hard one, because I don’t play the lottery – that I would have a new pair of socks every day. There is nothing quite like putting on a new pair of socks.
Ok – there are many better things than putting on a new pair of socks but it’s pretty good.
Hi Silverback.
It’s all right for you living in semi-permanent summer!
We have one of those washing machines that can turn just about anything inside out, With me it’s duvet covers that swallow up everything else in the wash with them!
OK, I admit my sock drawer is full to overflowing, but they’re all in pairs and you know it! It’s the other sock drawer – the overflow sock drawer – that’s where the odd ones live. You sure you’re looking in the right drawer?
Anyway. How I manage to end up with two dozen odd socks in there I’ll never know. I didn’t even think I had that many!