Saturday, 6 August 2011
Wacky Wellies and missing socks
Sorry - I'm still using mine!
I would also use my socks if so many of them didn't disappear in the wash, along with Jo's and Richard's. Before I left home on holiday, the sock-eating monster that lives in the washing machine or tumble dryer had managed to swallow the other half of each of these pairs over the last few months. How on earth can that many socks just disappear? It beggars belief.
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I always found that a mystery too!
ReplyDeleteHere's one of my secrets (you know my alias here is "Librarian with secrets") revealed: I have never lost a sock in the wash. Either there is no sock-eating monster living in my washing machine, or my socks are simply not edible.
ReplyDeleteBut... I have lost a dress from out of my wardrobe. No, it was not some naughty situation somewhere outdoors, it truly just disappeared from my wardrobe, and I never found it again. I suspect some Librarian in a parallel universe wearing it now.
I've never understood it either but I think the solution is to own two pairs of socks and only have one on and one in the wash. Have you noticed, by the way, whether it is left of right foot socks that habitually disappear?
ReplyDeleteI'm sure that the pair in the wash would stay together for fear of being lonely whereas the disappearing socks obviously decide either that they can't stand crowds or they form liaisons and run off with other socks.
Start a new trend, wearing odd socks.
ReplyDeleteIt's one of Life's great Mysteries, and the only solution I've found is to buy several pairs of the same kind and colour!
ReplyDeleteIs someone in your household (the sock monster perhaps) throwing away socks that have holes in them, but not their matching sock?
ReplyDeleteYou could always buy lots of pairs that are the same and therefore when one goes missing you'll still be able to wear the other.
I tried that Helen. I bought 2 x packs of 4 from M&S. All 8 pairs were subtly different blues. That makes matching them in anything but perfect light a real pain.
ReplyDeleteNo longer politically correct, but English Robin always said stuff like this was a Communist plot to frustrate the capitalist workers of the world. Personally, I think it's Martians. Or maybe Venusians.
ReplyDeleteCanadian Chickadee
My Nana would have agreed with English Robin - but she was serious, Carol! There were times when we joked that she could even blame the weather on the communists.
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