I’ve been married for a little over a week now and my new husband just confronted me about my secret shame last night… my sock basket.
I have this basket. It’s where I keep all the orphaned socks in the house. You know, the ones left behind when the gnomes come and steal your other sock at night. Lonely and desperate, these single socks are abandoned. I keep them, together, huddled in an old laundry basket with hope that one day they may find their long-lost mate. Or at least I did, until last night.
My husband dumped my sock basket on the floor of our children’s’ room. We began to sort them by child, or by who we thought the socks belonged to. The piles grew. And they grew. And they grew. Some of the socks I didn’t even recognize. How were these little socks appearing from thin air? There were pink toddler socks! My only daughter is ten years old. I haven’t been keeping my sock basket for that long!
We paired as many socks as we could. Some were just close enough matches. Oh, and apparently, mismatched socks is the new thing. My husband told me our six-year-old informed him, “matched socks aren’t cool!” and went and set aside the matched pair he had to find a mismatched pair.
When we were left with a pile of true singletons… he… he…. I can’t even bear to think about it.
HE THREW THE SINGLE SOCKS AWAY!
I gasped in horror. Literally gasped. I don’t know what I had planned to do with all these single socks of various shapes, sizes and colors. But, surely they were good for something! (I even considered making a sock quilt. I don’t know how to quilt, but I could have figured it out…) No, he said, “No more sock basket.” He threw the singles away and set aside the empty basket for actual, non-solo-sock, laundry.
So, here we are. They do say every marriage has its give and take. We give our children the chance at fashion trends with mismatched socks. And, we take away my long-running tradition of single sock hoarding.
What do you do with your singles?