I can feel my socks not matching

I’ve started composing Haiku. It just feels right. Because IΒ really don’t have enough time to mess with rhymes and all that jazz at this point in my life.

But I’ll tell you what I do have time for: matching socks. And I do NOT just mean two socks of the same color.

Please tell me I’m not the only one?

Mismatched

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  1. Sally says

    I spend probably way too much time trying to make sure all the white socks our guys wear are matched by how worn out and un-white they are, or how new and white they look. And now they all wear similar sizes. Your poem says it all.

  2. says

    Oh, I can definitely feel if I had on mis-matched socks (not that I could ever put such things on my feet, mind you. I have to turn my socks inside out and brush out any linty bits before putting them on. I also need them ‘just so’. My husband can have his socks (matching or not) flopping 2 inches off his feet. I used to think he purposely did that to annoy me, as I could not for the life of me figure out how he could possibly stand to wear them that way….

  3. Jenn Pranger says

    I have to say I agree. πŸ˜€
    Like Tracy I would never put such things on my feet! Reading your other blog post “A Matched Pair” was not difficult but looking at those pictures was painful. As a mama of 8 children it takes me a while to get the laundry done but I find a great deal of satisfaction in doing the laundry “right”. All my children have their own socks matched up in their drawer.
    I’ve managed to teach all of them the value of having it all done right. Personally we’re probably a bit OCD but that’s okay with me.
    Incidentally I have a sister who’s son takes apart his matched up socks to wear them unmatched. o.O

    • says

      I have found that it takes all kinds of people to make the world go round. :) I’m picky about my socks, but I don’t bother to be picky about the socks of others in my family who genuinely don’t give a hoot. :) Ha!