This is what my Saturday nights have come down to: I spent about an hour last night watching the end of Seabiscuit while sorting through lost socks from the laundry.
About half of the socks in the laundry basket pictured have been waiting to find their mate for well over a year. I was able to re-unite 14 pairs of mostly well-matched socks, but unfortunately there were still 11 lost souls. These vagabond garments are still waiting to find their mate. Perhaps in the next wash.
Until that glorious re-pairing day comes for these socks I am considering the following uses:
- Sock puppets - I mean, who doesn't like Sifl & Olly (or my personal favorite Chester)?
- Mittens, with no thumbs - see first-hand how difficult it would be to not have opposable thumbs.
- A coin sack - because carrying change in your pocket is soooo 2005... the really cool kids tie their coins to their belt loops in a tube sock.
- Fire escape - my 11 socks could save our lives if there is ever a fire, we are stuck in our bedroom, and the oxygen lasts for the ten minutes it would take to tie all of them together.