I tend to do laundry about every 1 1/2 to 2 weeks, depending on how much the full laundry baskets are getting on my nerves. And it seems, without fail, that there are at least a couple socks that went in the washer as a duet and suddenly come out of the dryer as a solo act. I've even tried putting the girls socks in those sweater/lingerie bags when I wash and dry them to avoid this calamity, but I don't feel the socks get as clean (or dry) this way, so have given up on that, much to the enjoyment of the hungry creature living in my dryer.
The Sock Monster also doesn't seem to discriminate based on size or color. I can't speak for Matt's sock supply since he does his own laundry (bless him!) but all three of the females in our house have at least a couple lone rangers in the sock world right now. It's not a huge deal, none of us are going without foot coverings during this cold winter, but it is annoying.
After matching up all the pairs of socks I leave the lonely little singles on top of our dressers, just in case their partner is able to escape the clutches of its evil captor and make it's way back to it's sole mate (ba dum bump!). I always include the loners in my sock matching endeavors, just in case we get lucky and their pair has resurfaced from the abyss.
Today upon finding four (!?!?!) singles after matching everything else up I was able to reunite two pairs with their mates after one had spent some very lonely time on the dresser alone. But some of these loners seem destined to remain single for the rest of their existence. The sad solitary lavender sock? It's been months since she's seen her match. The tan one has probably been waiting just as long to feel complete again.
*Note, I did not tell Melanie to put her lonely, naked little toes in this picture, but I kinda like what their presence adds to it.
And yes, I do realize a couple of them look very close to matches based on this picture, but they are not, and my obsessive compulsive tendencies will not allow me to pair a basketweave brown sock with a plain one. I just can't do it. I'm letting go of some things, but this I fear is not one of them.
So if by some strange hole in the cosmos (or the back of my dryer) you happen to find one of the mates to these lonely socks, please send them my way. I hope one day the dreaded Sock Monster will be vanquished and our footwear families will be whole again and live in fear no more.
