The Joy Of Socks
A Seven Days In Excavation From July 2013

Introduction
This is a piece that came up on my blog from twelve years back. I thought it was quite humorous, but to post in the Vocal community, it needs to be six hundred words, and this was only about a hundred and eighty words, so what can I do?
Here is a link to my blog in its current state, mainly what's happening in the books that I am reading:
The Joy Of Socks
I really just wanted to post that title, but this weekend I didn't take enough pairs of socks away to Whitby because I hadn't done the washing recently, and my sock drawer was full of odd socks.
How come you either have loads or none?
It seems to be the same with lots of things. If you don't need money, you find it in pockets, that extra wallet pocket you didn't know you had, a cheque comes through the door from someone you've done some work for and forgotten about.
Same with food, toilet roll, pubs and virtually everything. Buses often come in twos and threes. There's probably a good reason and explanation for this, although the socks were just that I hadn't done my washing, so it's my own fault, but now I have more socks than ever.
Anyway, the nearest video I can think of to do with socks is the Lady Marmalade sequence from Baz Luhrmann's Moulin Rouge, where there are quite a lot of stockings, which is the female equivalent of socks!!
Conclusion
I will leave this as a short piece and put it in Chapters, because it is just another chapter from my blog that I wanted to share with you all, so thank you for reading and putting up with me.
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Comments (5)
And whyβ¦ why, no matter how many odd sock policies and procedures you put in place, do some socks never find their partner? Itβs not like I leave the house and loose one sock without noticing and return unaware of the situation, then decide to wash the other expecting two to pop out neatly togetherβ¦
Ah, there's the thing.. if not rolled together they can be messy!
The age-old dilemma.
It could have been micro fiction or even a critique on living life. Always a good read.
Your story is so relatable my socks get lost and turn up in crazy places lolπ¦π¦π¦