Christmas
in the Sock Drawer returned with much celebration. The glimmer of hope felt after the Massacre
of July ’12 now burst into full flame.
Like
most good things, the flame came unexpectedly.
One day the sock organizer had been torn from the drawer and the socks had been dumped back in the drawer to co-mingle and become reacquainted. Then soon thereafter…
The Wool
Argyle from a Seattle trip remembered it best, relating the story to every new
addition to the Sock Drawer. “The drawer
opened slowly with the slant of light blinding us all. Then from the light tumbled all manner of old
friends, now reunited with their beloved mates…”
Apparently,
all the lost socks had been put aside until some gentle old person had
sorted through the mound, reconnecting long parted socks. Only a few lonely socks had remained behind
in the basket, hoping for their own return.
“There
they were: gold toes, Easter flowers,
Halloween pumpkins, ragged crew tops, and compressions! All had been tied together, joined once
again. Oh, the glory! You socks fresh from Kohl’s and JCPenney’s
will find what it means one of these days…”
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| Socks awaiting their fate |
So it
was on Christmas Eve that the new Christmas socks were surrounded by all the
Sock Drawer inhabitants. The glow-in-the-dark
Halloween socks illuminated the dark space as the elderly surgical sock with
the rubberized chevrons came forward and announced the blessing on all present.
The
Argyle sighed. “…unfortunately, surgical
sock had returned alone to the drawer, despite being tied with her mate. Apparently, there was talk of his
indiscretions with the lone lacey trouser sock.
He never made it back to the drawer, poor sod…”
For previous adventures in the sock drawer:
http://thecontemplativecat.blogspot.com/2012/11/return-to-drawer-of-sock.html
http://thecontemplativecat.blogspot.com/2012/08/massacre-in-sock-drawer.html
and
http://thecontemplativecat.blogspot.com/2011/12/christmas-in-sock-drawer.html
I think it's time I got cruel with my own sock drawer. I feel so bad for those poor single, homeless socks left in the basket.
ReplyDeleteThe sock drawer has a life of its own. Do not close your eyes at night.
DeleteHi Susan,
ReplyDeleteWell, sock it to me. 'Darn' socks, eh. And what of the wayward socks, the single, lonely socks...One of life's mysteries, along with missing combs and pens....Thanks for a sock drawer sock story. And here's to a peaceful 2013 :)
Gary
I know where those pens are; I have two drawers of them, and they are getting very nervous.
DeleteThis was too funny! I just keep buying socks for the kids. One day way off in the future I think someone will open up one of these walls and find dozens and dozens of mismatched pairs.where else could they be?
ReplyDeleteblessings, Joanne
We did open a wall at our ancient farmhouse when I was young. Oh, the things that tumbled out! No socks, but there was a mummified rat.
DeleteBelieve it or not, but we have NO single socks. It is not a problem which has ever affected us at all. And himself still haa socks from when he was at boarding school in his sock drawer (despite the fact it is many years since they have fitted him.)
ReplyDeleteYou must cull your socks well, and keep tabs on them. Why is himself keeping the old socks? Just curious...
DeleteThanks for the continuation of the sock story...
ReplyDeleteYou could make this into a serial.
Yes, you are right...it could actually be a children's book. I will think about that.
DeleteSerial socks...now I WON'T be able to close my eyes at night.
DeleteCan rock out the sock, a little mix and match is fine haha who knows where they really go.
ReplyDeleteI have always championed mix & match socks. It is the only way I ever have socks.
DeleteThis is adorable!
ReplyDeleteSo glad you enjoyed the sock saga.
DeleteLove the story:)
ReplyDeleteThanks! Socks have a life of their own.
DeleteI will never look at socks the same way again.
ReplyDeleteYes, socks are definitely secretive and have a life of their own.
Delete"Indiscretions with a lonely, lacey trouser sock....!" Happened here by accident....but what a happy one! Very funny and creative!
ReplyDeleteSo glad to meet you! Hope you and your socks are doing well.
DeletePoor, poor sod. What a story, and all about socks! Speaking of which, I really should be getting to my laundry...
ReplyDeleteShannon at The Warrior Muse
I hear you! My Christmas company just left on Tuesday, and I have a mountain of laundry.
DeleteSo NOW I know where those other socks went - into YOUR laundry basket!
ReplyDeleteI hope not...they won't be cared for by any gentle old woman here!
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