Yes, I collect socks. And I'm not the only one. Not special socks, regular socks, you know the ones that keep your feet warm, warmer, or cool and dry. After I decided that I wanted to delve further into this sock collecting habit of mine, I realized exactly how important socks are to me. I remembered that when my 3.5 months old daughter dropped a sock on one of our walks, I almost went all the way back to find it. Why? A simple pink sock. Well, it made the outfit. It made a drab, boyish look come alive with the contrast. And a few days after that, one foot dangled from her Snuggly, all bare and exposed to the breeze while the other was swathed in grey cotton. You guessed it-- I raced back to find the missing piece. Socks, to me are our most intimate, public accessory. They traverse, oh so quietly, straddling the borders between public and private. And those are just my daughter׳s feet! Mine enjoy the cozy comfort of a full sock drawer. Sometimes I don't dare done my favorite pairs and prefer the snuggly comfort of the tried and true, the loyal pairs that seem to never let me down. There are socks for sleeping, socks for sport and even those that take the beating of my shoeless feet while I trudge around my apartment.
My husbands socks, do I really need to tell you about them? Well, to cover all my bases -- there are two categories, the socks he had before we met and those seeped in the memories of choosing new ones together. Of course, once worn, socks are barely new, and in addition, I, frankly, have taught myself to detest new clothes, even the tiniest pair of machine knitted socks. What harm did they do? Well, the trouble is that I just don't know. Who made them and under what conditions? [More on that here...]. All of my daughter, Yuval's socks are hand me downs or gifts. What would happen if I lined them all up end to end? How far would we get around the house. And she still has a lot of growing to do!
So, sock collector extraordinaire? Or just someone who folds the laundry like everybody else wondering "Where do all the lonely socks go?"
Galya
Galya Flint Rosenfeld,
Sock Collector Extraordinaire.
My husbands socks, do I really need to tell you about them? Well, to cover all my bases -- there are two categories, the socks he had before we met and those seeped in the memories of choosing new ones together. Of course, once worn, socks are barely new, and in addition, I, frankly, have taught myself to detest new clothes, even the tiniest pair of machine knitted socks. What harm did they do? Well, the trouble is that I just don't know. Who made them and under what conditions? [More on that here...]. All of my daughter, Yuval's socks are hand me downs or gifts. What would happen if I lined them all up end to end? How far would we get around the house. And she still has a lot of growing to do!
So, sock collector extraordinaire? Or just someone who folds the laundry like everybody else wondering "Where do all the lonely socks go?"
Galya
Galya Flint Rosenfeld,
Sock Collector Extraordinaire.
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