Socks, socks, everywhere and not a pair to wear.

I've been busy. I'm making progress. Except when it comes to blogging and I hit the wrong key in the dark and lose my entire post. 

:::heavy sigh::: 

We finally got the remaining clothes sorted and most washed that I've been working on for the last 9 or 10 years. That included washing three basketsful of socks. 


Yup. You heard that right. 


Three basketsful. 


That's a lot of socks. 

My wonderful mother, who is still at our home and helping me out, sorted socks. Lots of socks. She sorted. She matched. She mated. All kinds of socks. Teeny, tiny socks from almost 24 years ago when Bugster was a baby to little ruffled socks Hopper and Scooter wore with dresses when they were little to socks that were left here when Bugster moved out of the house to socks that have just lost their appeal. She sorted socks without mates and socks without soles. 

We dumped them out on Scooter's bed to get an idea of how big a pile of socks Mom had paired up...

And they lived happily ever after.

They seemed happy. They bounced around and chattered. When we listened very closely, we could hear the socks whispering that they were so glad to have been reunited with their solemates after all these years. There was much rejoicing.

When all was said and done, and the socks we were keeping were put safely away, there were more socks left in the baskets than we kept. I'll keep the 3rd basket of unmated socks until I get through the rest of the boxes that came in from the storage pod. I'm bound to be able to find mates for some of them in the boxes.

We will likely donate the mated ones from the bed that we didn't keep to a battered women's shelter where they will hopefully help someone out in a time of need. The cherry on the top of the sock pile is that we won't ever have to wash them again or scavenge for mates. They will be out of our house forever!


And there will be much rejoicing!