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Socks Don't Need to be Paired

When I first started posting to this site I posted some handy tips to make your life easier to help with the difficulties of having a head injury. One was to throw away my assortment of socks I'd gathered over the years which, while all perfectly matched, never had more than one identical pair and required a lot of matching after a wash. The answer is to throw them all away, go to a mega Tesco and buy 20 pairs of identical black socks.

Today I had a further revelation to match you life, you don't need to paid those socks in the drawer! You can wash them and put them back singly, thus avoiding the minor time sink that is putting two socks together only to then take them apart before you can wear them. As an added bonus this saves the inevitable odd sock which gets left at the end of most washes. Life is easier, you will be happier, your socks will be no different. Happy Christmas everyone.

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Or you can simply wear odd socks. Seems to be the preferred MO of my husband 😀

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Oh Mal you beat me to it ! 😄 x

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Better to par than pair.

Though since I became Ill I seem to have lost nearly all my socks. Its like they all got up and walked. Maybe thought they could find more active feet elsewhere. I do seem to have quite a few wooly gloves (for raynaud's) now, having not had wooly gloves since the age of about 5. Maybe there is some universal law whereby there is a fixed number of socks and and gloves and if you increase one then the other goes down. There again, I might be talking b****cks.

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If anyone dares comment on my odd socks I simply smile and tell them I have another pair just like them at home ;)

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As others have commented, why worry - I wear odd socks all the time & I've never been arrested or owt ;o)

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I once went out with odd shoes on. Not just different colours, but different heel heights. I thouht it was my FND of gait kicking in, that my legs just weren't responding properly to the signals from the brain. I had got to the end of our road and halfway along the mainroad before I realised....

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Been doing this for years. Took me a long while to realise why I never had odd socks anymore though.

I have just checked my sock draw and horror I have an odd number of socks.

Now I am left with a problem which of my plain black socks is a sock down ?

I will be a devil and just throw the odd one away.

Pax

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I've been chuckling at this for a couple of days, and not responded, because I didn't want to appear 'disorganised'. If you have one sock on each foot, that's two, which is 'a pair.' I've never been arrested by the sock-police, and it was only ever my ex in-laws who felt compelled to point out that my socks didn't match. (Bloody hell, who dressed me this morning?!?)

A couple of years ago, I bought my son two different packs of 'days of the week' socks at Christmas. Without prompting, he unpacked both sets, and mixed up not only 'days', but also sets, it's now an on-going joke that neither sock can have the correct 'day' on it.

My underwear rarely matches, if my socks match, it's more luck than judgement, for goodness' sake, my EYEBROWS don't match, there are more important things in life than spending hours making sure you don't have one black sock, and one very-very-very-very-very dark blue one. (Father Ted reference.) My sock-drawer would give some of my neat-freak acquaintances palpitations, it's literally a drawer of socks, not balled, paired, or sorted, just 'socks.'

Now I'm giggling because I AM wearing matching socks now. They're knee-high black and white horizontal striped ones, 'humbug' socks, because I accidentally put on a pair of 'Christmas' underpants in December, and felt the need to protest-sock, in case I caught a dose of festive-ness from the pants. I need to find a hobby, don't I?

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Before my BI I ended up wearing odd socks sometimes. The dog I had at time used to love playing with them and chewing them. I would often have odd socks left so wore them. While in hospital after BI my mum had brought a pair of odd socks I thought of my dog straight away, but as he sadly died in the car accident that caused my BI it was upsetting so I didn’t explain to the nurse who wondered why I had odd socks.

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I had sussed out the socks situation many, many years ago. I also only used to wear white shirts as well. However, one day my wife was in one of the rants about housework in general and being fed up about the tediousness of it all especially ironing my white shirts.

One delivery that was all it took to quiet things down, not flowers, not chocolates, not a day in a spa. No, I ordered myself a dozen new shirts in different colours and patterns just to give the ironing a bit of variety!

It worked a treat no more rants just silence for days and days and days :-)

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