I have 2 drawers of socks. Okay, I actually have 3, but the hubbinator doesn’t know that. You see, I buy socks for every holiday. My children buy me socks for holidays and movies and TV shows. My hubby buys me socks.
And people give me socks.
Apparently, I’m where socks go when they go missing from the dryer.
Okay, not really. I’ve got singlets that make eccentric pairs when I’m not working and only my children will laugh at me.
I love socks. They don’t judge like jeans.
But let’s be frank. There are winter socks and summer socks. Winter socks are fluffy and thick, sometimes made of wool and other times with those gripper things on the bottom to keep from sliding (although sliding on the tile is fun).
They tend to go in the big drawer because they are puffy.
The anklets and smaller sets go in the shallow drawer.
And the overflow goes in the drawer behind the cabinet where hubby never ventures. Alas, this means I’m sorting the socks as he tries to pile them all inside the shallow drawer.
I understand there are those of you out there who don’t have seasonal socks. I think you might be aliens.
Because it can’t be me. But I won’t complain about sorting the socks, because it’s better than doing the laundry:D.
Until next time