Sunday, August 07, 2011

Where Are All the Missing Socks of the World?

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None of these match, but it's so painful to throw them away because in the back of my mind I have hopes. I have hopes that one day I will find that missing sock under the bed, in the couch, in the car, in the freezer, at the bottom of the bed. And then I will be sad because I threw away it's partner. Does anyone else struggle with SSHD? Single Sock Hope Disorder.


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13 comments:

songskatesang said...

It's true. I am a member. They have to be here somewhere. I currently have one Nike black ankle sock, one Puma black ankle sock and one white ankle sock with purple stripes. They clearly do not belong together, but where oh where can the mates possibly be?

Bill and Jenn said...

Card-carrying member. And my hope does not die.
I keep all the singlets in a ziplock in the sock drawer. Amazingly enough, some of them get reunited (and it feels SO GOOD!). Others live out a long, solitary life in the bag with their single friends. But I still keep 'em!! Never lose hope, right? RIGHT?!

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jo said...

Yes! We have single sock hope disorder! I swear our dryer must be eating them... although, I've heard that they could be eaten up by the drain in the washing machine - especially the small, kid sized ones!

-Jo:)
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Shannon said...

LOL. Yup, I have endless pairs of single socks, too.

I took a big step in healing my disorder the other day ... I threw away two single socks that had HOLES.

It was painful, but it was good.

:)

Casey said...

My husband says missing socks morph into dust bunnies. It's the only obvious solution to socks that seem to disappear into nowhere and dust bunnies that seem to appear from nowhere. I'm sure Wikipedia will bear out this theory.

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Abby said...

I didn't know there was a name for it (thanks for coining!) but I definitely have this problem. Every sock drawer in our house has a little pile of "singlets". I've just assumed the washer was eating them... and have solid proof that it *could*, because it ate one of my washable nursing pads. One dictionary definition of embarrasment is having your washer break, and your father come out to fix it after husband proclaimed he couldn't figure it out, only to pull a half-destroyed nursing pad out of the *motor*. The only worse thing would have been if we'd actually called a mechanic to find the same thing...

Anyway, it just feels so wrong to throw away a perfectly good sock, even if the mate is missing. We all need some sort of a good project that can be done with singlet socks!

Lindsay said...

Flusi, the Sock Monster is a great book to explain your Case of the Missing Sock? Check it out-you and your kids will love it...must have been written by a mom :)

TDM Wendy said...

Abby that is awesome.

Lisa said...

Maybe some of them are at my house...I have a HUGE pile just like that!!! I've finally started throwing them out realizing I'd rather spend $10 at Target and buy new ones then deal with the unfulfilled hopes week after week!!!!

mindfulmama said...

I came to the conclusion long ago that there were underwear and sock gnomes... stealing our items to build a home made of cloth.

Angie said...

LOL!!!! Oh my goodness. I took an almost identical picture a few weeks ago with the intention of blogging about it. So funny! I have all my sock widows in a special rubbermaid container. I hold on to that hope...