Friday, March 8, 2013

Fate in the Sock Drawer

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The occupants of Sock Drawer saw this coming.  All the indicators were present, and doom was inevitable.  

Clustered together in the dark recesses of the Sock Drawer, whispers and muted conversations rose from the worried pairs.  Gold Toes and Ankle Crews rolled into little balls and hid in the dark corners.

Whenever a pair of socks reached “Favored Socks” status, it was only a matter of time before the end would come.  This would be the fate of the Neon Green Sport Socks.

Hard wearing and dryer heat were a sock’s mortal enemies. 

It was barely noticeable at first, but tiny holes began to appear.  Thin patches on the reinforced heels and rips along the double-stitched toes were the tell-tale signs.  The Neon Greens acknowledged this.

When they returned from the dryer time, the Neon Greens called the Sock Drawer inhabitants together.  All gathered around the Greens to say their good-byes.  

Lint was shed in copious amounts and static electricity charged each one as the Greens touched their worn toes to others.  Spandex to wool, cotton to mixed blends, without words farewells were expressed.

The next time the Neon Greens left the drawer would be their last.

Such is the fate of all well-loved, well-worn socks.

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    1. The life and passing of socks is a harsh reality.

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  2. I just love this witty piece. Happy International Women's Day, Susan!

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    1. And to you, too! Glad you enjoyed some light reading here.

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    1. Kinda makes one look at socks with more respect.

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  4. One of the most tragic points in life!

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    1. I identify with Neon Greens myself.

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  5. At least they were worn till the end. So many of them lose their mate in the black hole in the dryer, aka, sock hell. Better to go out dancing with the toes a'tapping.

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  6. Smiling again at your Sock Drawer folklore.

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  7. Hi Susan,

    Yes, it's me, Penny the Jack Russell dog and modest internet superstar! Although I don't wear socks, I do relate to this posting based on my observations of my humans and their motley collection of socks. Or is their mouldy collection of socks. Anyway, socks um darn it.

    I've been told Old Mother Hubbard lived in a shoe. Most strange. Have a peaceful weekend, my human friend.

    Pawsitive wishes and doggy kisses,

    Penny xx

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    1. Now there's a thought: Life and Lore of Shoes.

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  8. This is especially tragic as we're approaching St. Patrick's Day. If only the neon greens could have held on a little longer.

    Julie

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    1. They did their best, but some things are not meant to happen.

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  9. Poor ole greenies. Well at least they depart together. Maybe they had offspring to carry on their name. :)

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    1. That would be a difficult story line to develop.

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  10. Such a tragic end, off to that big sock hop in the sky.

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    1. I hope they are dancing wherever it is that socks end up.

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  11. I don't have much variety in my sock drawer-- either black ones or white ones. If one of the pair gets a hole in it I throw out the bad one and toss the good one in the drawer where it will eventually mate up with another unpartnered sock. I have a fairly boring sock drawer.

    Lee
    An A to Z Co-Host
    Tossing It Out

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    1. Your socks sound very blessed. Although the choices are minimal, at least there are always two socks that much.

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  12. I am entirely too susceptible to anthropomorphized socks (or anything else). It makes it hard to get through the day. I could become a hoarder just so as not to hurt anything's feelings. You're not helping.

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    1. I realized that this might lead down some dark roads, but some stories have to be told. Go ahead and throw stuff away. It is alright.

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  13. Neon greens would have many more trips into and out of the sock drawer if my skinny portion had anything to say about it. About the time the socks look rather more like wrist warmers he will, reluctantly, agree that perhaps they are a little past their best.

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    1. I understand that sentiment. My beloved is much the same, altho he has agreed that the old tube sports socks have had it.

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  14. When socks die, do they go over the Rainbow Bridge?

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    1. That is one excellent question. Now, do you mean the Rainbow Bridge to Valhalla?

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  15. My problem with socks is not colour, but their propensity to get lost in what one commenter above called the Black Hole of the dryer. I like my socks to match. I have a nephew who is better at thinking outside the box. Even though he has finished college and has a respectable job he likes to make a point of wearing mismatched socks. A fashion statement, perhaps, or an "I-don't give-a-rat's-ass-about-fashion kind of statement. At any rate, the residents of the sock drawer have my condolences....

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    1. They will appreciate that, I am sure. While they don't know it yet, the Sock Drawer is scheduled for a big re-sorting and cleaning out. Hearts will be broken.

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