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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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Not even a decent burilal...sigh.
ReplyDeleteThe life and passing of socks is a harsh reality.
DeleteI just love this witty piece. Happy International Women's Day, Susan!
ReplyDeleteAnd to you, too! Glad you enjoyed some light reading here.
DeleteOne of the most tragic points in life!
ReplyDeleteI identify with Neon Greens myself.
DeleteAt 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.
ReplyDeleteAbsolutely!
DeleteSmiling again at your Sock Drawer folklore.
ReplyDeleteBut, is it just folklore?
DeleteHi Susan,
ReplyDeleteYes, 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
Now there's a thought: Life and Lore of Shoes.
DeleteThis is especially tragic as we're approaching St. Patrick's Day. If only the neon greens could have held on a little longer.
ReplyDeleteJulie
They did their best, but some things are not meant to happen.
DeletePoor ole greenies. Well at least they depart together. Maybe they had offspring to carry on their name. :)
ReplyDeleteThat would be a difficult story line to develop.
DeleteSuch a tragic end, off to that big sock hop in the sky.
ReplyDeleteI hope they are dancing wherever it is that socks end up.
DeleteKinda makes one look at socks with more respect.
ReplyDeleteI 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.
ReplyDeleteLee
An A to Z Co-Host
Tossing It Out
Your socks sound very blessed. Although the choices are minimal, at least there are always two socks that much.
DeleteI 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.
ReplyDeleteI 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.
DeleteNeon 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.
ReplyDeleteI understand that sentiment. My beloved is much the same, altho he has agreed that the old tube sports socks have had it.
DeleteWhen socks die, do they go over the Rainbow Bridge?
ReplyDeleteThat is one excellent question. Now, do you mean the Rainbow Bridge to Valhalla?
DeleteMy 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....
ReplyDeleteThey 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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