It's Sunday laundry day and I've just folded the last of the five loads. Alas! to no surprise -- there remain three lone socks -- no mates in sight. I retrace my steps, tear the cushions off the sofa and dive in for a recon mission. I came up empty handed.
*Lightbulb moment* I
The random sock collection is growing at an alarming rate. Where do socks go when you put them in the dryer -- sock heaven? What to do with this plastic bag of colours, textures, fabrics, and sizes?? How many sock puppets does one need? I am reluctant to toss them, fearful that the moment I do, the mate will surface. But it's been years now, and it's time to move on and part ways with my random sock bag. It won't be easy ... cause breaking up is hard to do.