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January 19, 2012

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Hairy Farmer Family

I have an evening's sock sorting lined up for tomorrow night. I have upwards of 30 pairs, and I am reduced to 3 pairs of gym socks and two random fille uniques. Where the blithering hell do they GO?

a

I have spent the last 6 months irritated beyond all measure at my husband because he does not make sure that the sock pairs go into the washer at the same time. Fortunately, I have had no need to actually kill him, as all the pairs have eventually reunited.

That sounds like a lovely trip!

Bionic Baby Mama

tons and tons of identical socks. that's my secret. that and the bag of lonelyhearts socks, including some i've kept for more than one state...i just KNOW that brown argyle kneesock is here SOMEWERE.

maybe i should go to...antwerp? amsterdam? and look for it there.

twangy

Hrmm, bionic, but how can you know they are with their true partner if they are identical and in the free-for-all libertarian system you advocate chez toi? Do I need to get less conventional about it and think outside the paradigm of monogamy? Yes, yes. I do. Also getting out a bit more probably not bad idea.

wombattwo

Mmm... I love those little biscuits in the last picture...

Valery

Hi Bionic! You guessed right, and you are welcome here too.

I never saw any merit in hanging up socks in pairs on the drying rack, but DP insists, and after reading this it sounds a bit less crazy.

But throwing socks out because they are lonely? That sounds cruel and mean. First of all you could wear them in odd pairs inside boots. Secondly, we use them as shoe polish cloth. Match the colour of the sock with the shoe cream!

And now I'll have a stroopwafel with my tea ;-)

bunny

Oooh, stroopwafel...I want one! I have lots of pairs of slightly different black socks, which makes my husband go blind when he tries to sort them, because I insist they all be with their real mates, because I believe in true love, I guess, or think my socks are like those birds that migrate all over and then meet up in the Arctic circle and find their mates and do that amazing dance. You know the ones. But then one gets a hole and both have to become rags for polishing. Which takes the metaphor to a sad place. ANYHOW, so happy you had a little interlude of joy!

Adele

Wait, no asparagus!?? No pot?!? Lovely photos, Twangy. Sounds like a good city break was had.

Ah, the forlorn socks. There are several languishing in my drawer right now...

Womb For Improvement

City breaks are brilliant. Short, sharp holiday shocks Which is lucky as with the unknown quantities of IVF it is all I can comitt to now days.

Did you go to The 'Dam?

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