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 Flint Rosenfeld,
Sock Collector Extraordinaire.