As fate or otherwise might have it yesterday was Christmas Day in the land to the far south. My son delighted in giving me a pair of socks with the statue of David on them. They are a pale blue colour, what do I wear them with I ask myself?
Then again they are the second pair of said pale blue socks I own as I received a pair when I stayed in a traditional Japanese resort last year and part of the costume one had to wear was a pair of pale blue socks.
If you look closely to the gentleman to the right you will see he is wearing a said pair of pale blue socks to complement his Japanese traditional dress.
So Christmas over and the celebration of pale blue socks over my thoughts turn to children and socks…..I am sure as my kids grew up they made a conscious decision to send me round the bend by constantly putting one sock in the wash…..as I was chief folder of clothes, amongst many things, the loneliness of the single sock became apparent as the pile of them grew week after week….
Despite large scale search parties send into the depths of their rooms so often no single socks were discovered.
I have noticed kids wearing odd socks and hear them say they have another pair at home exactly the same.
It must be a trying life as a sock. If your mate disappears the chances are you’ll lose your sense of identity and become just another statistic in a world of ever increasing single sockedness.
In recent years I have become ever vigilant of my socks, a missing sock results in an immediate search before it has time to escape through the cracks in the floor.
I like socks, I like them living as a pair, the single sock sadly has no future in my sock drawer…