Honestly, there isn’t a whole lot I can add the already extensive writings about “the missing sock” saga.
All I can share is my personal experience.
Above, you see pictured my sock pile. It lives in my laundry room in a really cool red basket that sits neatly on my one small shelf.
Every time I do a load of laundry I am convinced that the missing socks that I seek will magically appear and that this pile will shrink.
There is a baby sock in here from I don’t know where. My youngest is eleven and I know I’ve given up on socks from that long ago. At least, I hope it isn’t hers.
There is a baseball sock in there from two seasons ago. I know, because the team changed colors.
There are socks in there with holes in them. Why?
There are socks I don’t even remember buying they are so old.
They are gone today.
Unless I decide that it will wait until I catch up on the laundry. There’s only a million loads. It could happen today. Right?
Nope….I’m going to take a deep breath and pitch ’em.