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.

The Lonely Socks Club

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.

The Sock Pile

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”.