Gox Box Socks

In addition to a vague recollection of Dr. Seuss’ ‘One Fish Two Fish’, you might (understandably) be wondering: is this a post about socks? And the answer, I’m afraid, is yes.

Sure, there were other things I could have blogged about today:

  • my enormous-headed child who couldn’t get his assigned basketball jersey over his head,
  • the restorative yoga class I went to on Wednesday night (actually I will probably blog about that one)
  • taking family pictures via tripod only to discover at the end of our not-exactly-pleasant attempt that they were either out of focus or featured parents without heads (which, now that I think of it, is perhaps the perfect image for this year’s Christmas card)

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Merry Christmas! We’ve lost our minds, hope you haven’t lost yours!

But instead of all that wonder, I settled on a post about sixteen unmatched socks. Because if you’re a person who wears socks, or a person who does laundry, or a parent of sock-wearing children, you know all about the mystery of matchless socks. And its deleterious effect on a person’s psyche.

You wear two socks. You (ostensibly) wash two socks. And somehow you end up with one.

It’s a universal theme, yes, but mostly it’s driving me a little bit crazy.  All of it. The laundry that piles up faster than you can say ‘But I just washed three loads yesterday’, the inability (nay, unwillingness) to keep up with folding clean laundry and putting it away, the boys wandering into my room every morning complaining ‘I don’t have any socks’ and my telling them ‘go downstairs, they’re in the pile of clean clothes,’ only to discover, at the end of the day, that the six year old Hen is wearing a pair of my athletic socks.

And then there’s the little pile of (16) perpetually unmatched socks that migrates from top-of-dresser to white-basket-underneath-dresser to top-of-bed, all kept with the hope that some day I might actually come across their mates.

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Because how awful would it be if I threw away these matchless socks and suddenly found their mates? Only, there’s a very real possibility I’ve thrown away the mates (due to hole-in-sock syndrome) and forgotten about it. After all, it’s only recently that I’ve adopted the system: if one has a hole, throw both away…..to avoid this very conundrum.

Yesterday I had something of a moral victory. After (not-really) spending months looking for the ‘other’ black Adidas soccer sock (despite the fact that no one has played soccer since June)….

I Found It.

I was able to take a sock from my ever-increasing pile-of-shame, reunite it with its partner and return it into the Johnson Family Sock Rotation. (Despite the fact that no one will be playing soccer until April. 2014.)

Really, it was a non-victory, now that I think of it, but these are the things that make me exceedingly happy: keeping things together, finding missing things, closure. It’s why I still open jewellery boxes half-hoping I will find the diamond studs that went missing in 2005 or 2006 in Muncie, Indiana.  It’s why I was strangely satisfied with finding the Hen’s ‘missing-since-September’ tooth in the pile of Monopoly money when we were playing the game the other day. Despite the gross- and bizarre-ness of the situation.

To quote that poet, Richard Scarry, ‘Who, what, when, where, why and how?!’

After doing all of the laundry yesterday, I was able to reunite three additional socks with their long lost friends. Which leaves 12 single socks in my pile-of-shame. ‘I should just throw these away,’ I thought to myself, but I couldn’t.

Because, what IF?

So I relegated them to the inside of a decorative box, on top of the aforementioned dresser. That way I don’t have to stare at them any longer, but, in the off chance I come across a lone sock in a bookshelf or a kitchen cabinet, I will be fully prepared to play matchmaker.

Assuming, of course, it’s one of the lucky 12.

3 thoughts on “Gox Box Socks

  1. This one I could fully relate to!!! There has to be some craft a person could come up with using single socks. The amazing thing is that since Dennis and I have been here our socks almost always come up with the match. Not sure why. Maybe the invisible sock snatchers haven’t found their way to Mexico yet. Anyway, it’s nice for now. 🙂

    Will we get to talk to you all this afternoon?

    Twana Johnson
    Serving in Mexico

  2. I sense a craft project – we made a sock worm this week (it’s as exciting as it sounds – stuff in a sock with rubber bands and googly eyes! But yes, I still hold on to our unmatched as well, and I have far more than 12…

    Also – headless photos are kind of ‘in’ right now – check out pinterest for family photos and you’ll see. And I was also going to attempt a tripod photo this weekend… thanks for the ‘heads up’ 🙂

  3. Rachel, hope you had better luck. We will have to try again – though I can’t muster the energy. Headless shots are in, but I’m not sure headless-out-of-focus shots are…..

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