A couple of days ago, one of the blogs I follow posted a de-clutter assignment for clearing out your sock drawer. I thought it was a great way to start small–literally and figuratively. Truth be told, though, it would present more of a challenge for my eight-year-old fashionista’s sock menagerie than it would for my own meager collection.
No, my task today was of a different order: I needed to get over my denial and face reality…..
I’m never going to find the mates for all of those stray socks.
We have a wicker basket that is literally full to the brim with socks that are, well, going through a trial separation. Yes, it is one of the mysteries of the universe where all the missing socks go. But facts are facts: those missing socks are gone, and they’re not coming back. I mean some of those solo socks have been hanging around in this basket for years….
Now I couldn’t just get rid of the whole lot, since I knew that there was a pretty good chance that over time, two strays had both found their way into the Basket of the Lost, and were only separated from each other by sedimentary layers of mismatched cotton and wool. With a little digging and a little patience, I would probably find some mates. And in fact I did. The vast majority, though: lost solos.
It was quick work, really–let’s face it: they’re just socks. I ended up with fifty singletons. One confession: I held onto two strays that had only recently been separated from their mates–sadly, one of them is a favorite pair (or half of a favorite pair, I guess) of wool socks. If these strays aren’t reunited by the end of the month, they’re goners too.
The only question I have now is–what does one do with a bag full of stray socks? It’s not exactly a donation-worthy collection, but it’s not like I can drop them off at my local rag-and-bone shop either, to have them turned into fine paper….
For now, though, they go down into the basement with the other donation goods. Maybe I can think of a better way of passing them along to a better life (and outside of a landfill) before the next charity pick-up swings by our home.