when [dryers] eat socks

The post title is taken from a children's book title I came across while working today, "When shoes eat socks" (written by Barbar Klimowicz, illustrated by Gloria Kamen), which reminded me of an incident about socks which occurred last month.

One morning, all dressed for work, I dug through my pile of socks searching for a matching pair. You know how it is: you try to keep socks together, but they keep drifting apart so no matter how many you grab they are never mates.

See?



That morning I managed to find five different purple socks (that one is pale lavender, not white) but only one pair that matched!

Isn't it sort of like winning the lottery when all the socks in the basket of clean clothes mate up?? Okay, not quite. But, but, it is like when you are working kloster blocks in a piece of hardanger, and you get all the way around and your stitches line up perfectly, though! (That previous link will take you to a tutorial for hardanger, if you are interested.)

I still haven't found all those missing socks . . . or my missing key . . . and this morning my black wool hat was hiding.

So, it was back to work today, after 12 days off. Morning whizzed by, but I sure ran out of energy in the afternoon and I thought "quittin' time" would never arrive. It is quite cold here, for southern Mississippi. The building was warmer than I expected, but then, I probably dressed warmer than usual.

Should have done so many things this evening, but DH warmed up some supper for me, we watched "Stardust" and I didn't get any laundry (or knitting or stitching or beading) done at all. I have a strange backache, and now I am sleepy, sleepy, sleepy, and looking forward to another sound night's rest. That is, without the neighbor's dogs barking -- it is cold enough that the dogs should be inside.