Socks, Socks, Socks

Socks, socks and more socks needing a match that has somehow disappeared. Mom's all over have baskets of mismatched socks that are hoping to find a mate. Why we keep them is a mystery, just hopeful I guess. But after dealing with socks for Ron and I and our 4 kids I came up with a solution. Once a year I would gather every sock, even the ones on feet and bag them up for charity. Then I would go out and buy new socks by the basketful. Thank goodness for the cheap sock prices at WalMart!

This may sound wasteful but I just couldn't face the grungy mismatched socks that haunted me from the laundry room. I also convinced myself that by donating them I was providing a service for all those desperate for dust rags. Everyone knows a sock on your hand for dusting doesn't require a match and is even okay with a hole in the toe or a grass stain or two.

So I have admitted one of my mother missteps! Or have I given you a brilliant idea to get rid of that darn basket at the foot of the bed that you know you will really never match up. Either way it is a memory from days when our house was full of so many little feet that makes me smile. Guess you could say I was stimulating the economy before it was fashionable in the name of avoiding an undesirable task.

In Him,
Joyful
4-13-11

Seems I am on a kick of writing my thrift store stories. Maybe I am getting Spring Fever and need to clean a closet or two.