Don’t worry, I’m not going to tell you to participate in this insanity.*
Alright, but seriously: Where do the socks GO? Wherrrrrre? (Maybe Lucy eats them…?) I am certain that you feel me on this, because The Single Missing Sock appears to be a universal problem. It’s one I’ve tried to solve at various points over the years – most recently by allowing every single sock to stay in the laundry basket upon being cleaned, presumably awaiting reunion with its mate. And yet?
The mates never showed. And so I was left with a small city of single socks partying in the bottom of my laundry basket.
And that was what broke me: The city of single socks in the laundry basket. (Well, that and the fact that Kendrick is always asking me to include paired socks in their overnight bags, and I swear to god, I am trying. I just CAN’T FIND ANY. This despite the fact that I have purchased approximately four thousand pairs of children’s socks over the years.)
Aaaaanyway, I was lamenting this situation to my friend who also has two children, and what he told me to do was so simple and perfect and genius that I went home and did it, and it felt so freaking good that now I’m going to share it with you.
Here is what you do:
1. Take your socks. All of them. Yours, your partner’s, your children’s…all of them. Every sock in the house.
2. Put all those socks in a big old bag. Donate them, make them into puppets, do with them what you will. Just get them out of your sock drawers.
Want to see what my daughter’s sock drawer looks like now?
Forget folding your socks into happy little pairs. THAT, my friends, is how you spark joy.
*I’m actually a big Marie Kondo fan, as you might recall. I just cannot with her sock thing.