Where on earth are my woolen socks? I can’t find them anywhere. As Luna Lovegood would say: “I suspect Nargles”.
It is the time of year when even we Arizonians have to close the windows and get out the winter clothing. “Winter clothing” is a bit of a stretch as this entails sweat shirts, a light jacket, flannel sheets (and underwear), and the missing-in-action socks. Walking around barefoot is a bit uncomfortable due to the chill of the floor. Alas, I can’t remember where I put them. This is further infuriating as we don’t have a lot of drawers where they can go a-hiding. In my quest I’ve found a sundry of objects I thought discarded or given away but alas no socks.
I am not a clothes horse. Every year I fancy more and more the notion of having a minimal trousseau, mostly to be rid of the clutter. I would like my closet shelves to resemble one of those fancy boutique that seems to have only three purses or three sets of shoes for sale. On the other hand, I have a dresser drawer over flooring with bow ties and a rack of Spo shirts and this suits me fine. Speaking of suits, I should dust off mine and try them on. Unlike the east coast where suits are seen as proper male attire, the west coast sees a suited fellow as someone stuck in some sort of sales job. Sports jackets are OK for work, although they are better off on the hanger for display rather than be worn.
I disapprove of slob-attire; I try to dress up whenever I can. Last night we went to our favorite bar after symphony to have a drink waiting for the parking garage to clear. The waitress remembered us; I asked how on earth did she do so given the myriad of customers she must see. She said we always look dapper and thus are striking. I worry this is code for ‘two old queens’ but I beg her pardon if I am wrong.
I think I will give to charity any clothes I came across I haven’t worn in a year or forgot was there. Maybe this is the means to finding the socks: remove the dross and expose the the miscreants.
P.S. I found the socks. They were on the top shelf of the closet, out of eyesight. I am certain I didn’t put them there, and Someone’s supercilious look conveys he did not put them there either. I suspect Nargles.
15 comments
November 23, 2014 at 3:00 AM
Doug
I doubt I would know it if I lost a pair of socks. It’s losing one that gets me. I have a pile of singles waiting for their mates, or for the day when I don’t care and match them up all willy-nilly.
November 23, 2014 at 6:13 AM
Urspo
Someone never loses his socks, which is quite commendable but somewhat irritating. My work day socks like to separate and often meet up a few days later after separate vacations.
November 23, 2014 at 3:00 AM
Practical Parsimony
When I lose socks, I always find them the next year when I pull out winter clothes (black pants). The wayward socks are always hiding up a pant leg or in a nightgown. When I put nightgowns away, I loosely fold them up, so there is never a chance to notice a sock. Sometimes, I find the sock up the pant leg after I leave the house and people are about. Sometimes, socks get stuck to microfiber cloths which is annoying if I am looking for socks to fold right now and one is missing. Only when I get to the microfiber do I find the last sock.
November 23, 2014 at 4:50 AM
anne marie in philly
or henrik is being playful.
November 23, 2014 at 5:58 AM
Ron
Firstly, have seen your naked .. . . feet (at last year’s Bloggerpalooza old timey photo shoot) and they are quite attractive so there isn’t much of a downside for you to go traipsing around sans socks.
Secondly, you state “I found the socks. They were on the top shelf of the closet, out of eyesight” . . . . . . . . wait a minute here. I thought you were “well over four feet” in height. Just how high is that upper shelf in your closet anyway? As you know I am also well over four feet (actually five feet and six feet) and I am eye level with all my upper closet shelves. But then, you were barefoot and not wearing your lifts?
November 23, 2014 at 6:15 AM
Urspo
The closet shelf is well over seven feet, and must be reached by a small ladder or ottoman.
November 23, 2014 at 7:13 AM
larrymuffin
Yes I can see that at less than 4 feet tall you need that big step stool or lower ceilings. LOL!
November 23, 2014 at 6:39 AM
David
I have a closet overflowing with clothes, we could spend a few hours exploring the psychological roots of my clothes hording.
November 23, 2014 at 7:11 AM
larrymuffin
I think Harper put them there after having a good chew out of them.
November 23, 2014 at 10:03 AM
jayinva
I recently cleaned out my sock drawer and all that were single, had no elastic left, or were otherwise exposing foot bits were disposed of. Much easier to find what I want in the mornings!
Peace ❤
Jay
November 23, 2014 at 11:56 AM
anne marie in philly
we use sox like that for rags about the house!
November 23, 2014 at 1:22 PM
Michael
Thanks for the reminder about giving away clothes I haven’t worn in a year. Tom and I have continued a Thanskgiving tradition I learned in the monastery — to pack up and give away all the things we were not using and were never likely to use. I try to keep my wardrobe sufficient but not overly so. Now that I am truly, truly retired from the library, I can get rid of some things I kept around to wear to work. I have tons of ties that I will never wear, but I keep thinking I will do something more creative with them than toss them into the charity bins. No bow ties, unfortunately, or I could ship them to you to render your drawers (snicker) even more overflowing.
November 23, 2014 at 2:02 PM
Cubby
You’d feel less stressed if you came out of the closet.
November 24, 2014 at 5:22 AM
Mitchell Block
Did you happen to find all my gym socks (not the ankle-highs, the normal ones)? Damn those Nargles.
December 3, 2014 at 5:01 AM
The Odd One | janetkwest
[…] Spo-reflections on lost socks […]