I’m not sure what it is about socks, but I hardly ever throw them out, even mismatched ones because who knows I may find the lost one someday and I will have it’s partner ready for reunion. I have drawers full of undies, some with tags still on them, but socks? Another story. I have a drawer full of those as well, but some in that drawer must be at least 5 years old; some with small holes, some with faded colors or faded brand names and some handed down from my husband for a variety of reasons. But, it seems almost sacrilegious for me to toss them. Some things are just unexplainable.
I, like many I’m sure, never make it to the bottom of my drawers. I grab whatever is on top, seemingly my favorites, while those underneath wait quietly for their turn of wear. Laundry is a constant in my household. Always washing, drying and putting away, those items underneath grow old without a chance. Some things should have expiration dates included on the labels and rotation of items should be part of this label.
I have had clean out drawers on my to-do list for an eternity, but I never get around to crossing that one off. It just rolls repeatedly over to the next list daily. I’m not what I would consider a ‘sock’ person. If any I would be more of a ‘sweats’ person. I have so many sweats in different colors, sizes, styles and so on that it probably borders on hoarding. New tags still on them, they just seem to accumulate in my closet on their own. But, socks? No, definitely not a ‘sock’ person so that one is unexplainable. Growing up I didn’t go without socks so that reason cannot be claimed. I just don’t know.
But, until the day comes where socks have labels with expiration dates and rotation instructions included, I will go on collecting or better said, keeping, all the socks I have lying uselessly in my ‘sock’ drawer.
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