My Dirty Little Secret

The Sock Bin.....that is the only way I can describe it. It seems, at least in my house, that all socks end up in the sock bin to die. You name it, we have it, such as; wool socks, wool socks with stripes, black spot socks, white sport socks with blue thread, white sport socks with red thread, athletic socks in both long and short, there is also my work socks which come in four colours and then you have my everyday socks and my dress socks. As you can tell we have a very large number of socks, so if you are left in there unmated, you will get tossed. BUT, you only get tossed if I get a chance to go sort the sock bin............ahhhh the sock bin.




It stared innocently enough, one day a few years a go was folding laundry and I didn't want to leave the lone socks just lying around, so I put them in a basket. Then, the next time I did laundry, I just tossed all the socks in and so on and so on...I think you get he picture.

It has gotten so bad, some mornings you can hear me say..."just go through the bin you'll find a pair". I have done everything from trying to buy everyone the same socks to everyone different socks to matching the socks as soon as I take the close out of the dryer. (how come one is always missing?) Nothing, except the "Sock Bin " works for me

To mate the sock bin is a whole other story and an evening affair. It usually involves the entire family. Nobody wants to do the job them-self, so we do it as a group. Everyone has there own task. One will have to sort the whole bin into piles according to colour, size etc...the the rest of us work on mating the piles but I still end up with about 10 lone socks to start the next sock bin.... I just don't know what to do. No mater what, I have socks in the sock bin.

Now, I have spoken to a few people, and apparently a sock bin is not that odd, it's just no-one wants to talk about it or admit that, they too have one. Why are we ashamed of it? Or embarrassed? Is there some sort of negative connotation or stigma that comes with having a sock bin? If there is, could someone share it with me.

Now that I have outed my "dirty little secret" there will be stairs, pointing of fingers and laughs as I walk by. Parents wont let there children play with mine because we have this disease.......Well I am going to shout it from the roof top and I no longer care what anyone thinks....

I HAVE A SOCK BIN!!!!