This post doesn’t really have anything to do about creativity or any other type of artistic endeavor. I’m really just taking advantage of a forum to vent on a very common, yet annoying problem — the mystery of the missing sock.
When we moved to Rhode Island almost 2 years ago, I started a missing sock box. Each time I did laundry, and failed to make a match, I would stash the single sock in a box. Every so often I would sit down and sort through the socks to see if any of the singles matched up. (Kind of like my own sock dating service.) Anyway, I went to match up some socks earlier this week and realized that my missing sock collection had grown to astronomical proportions. Even after matching up 7 pairs, I was still left with 50 single socks! What the &%@$??? Where ever did they come from? Have the neighborhood socks heard about my service and immigrated to my house in the stealth of night? I swear i don’t even recognize some of them.
I’ve checked under the beds and behind the dressers, but haven’t found enough evidence to justify 50 missing socks! Anyway, I will keep my collection until I give up hope of finding their mates. In the meantime, let me know if you have any creative uses for single socks. I’m open to suggestions!
UPDATE – Some of my lucky socks have been claimed by overnight guests who can now reunite them with their mates. A few others have turned up inside pillow cases and the corners of fitted sheets. Alas, the vast majority remain in “The Pile”.