IDJ and I ‘tag-team’ the laundry duties. He puts the clothes in the wash, and I do all the rest. Not entirely fair, but I really dislike measuring out the soap and whatnot. I don’t know why. It’s not like I get a thrill out of sorting and folding the shit, either.
So, anyway, we do laundry at weekends because that’s the only time I feel like sorting it for him. And this weekend (well past now as I meant to post this Saturday), I was folding the clean but still fur-coated clothes and matching up the socks when I had a revelation (and, just now, another- I cannot spell revelation. How annoying. It just looks wrong).
It was the socks. I had bought four new pair of socks before Christmas for myself. I have trouble finding socks I like, as they can’t be too long or they ball up below my knees and hurt, or they are too short and puddle around my ankles. Men’s long socks do the job, women’s not so much. Anyhoo, two pair were identical black men’s long socks, and two were fun stripey women’s ones, but still in colours I can wear to work. Since I bought them, I’ve been rotating these along with my one remaining pair of long socks (bought in America October 2010) that I haven’t sewn up too many times, to make a weeks’ worth of work foot-wear. And I had to tell you all that because one
putz person I know, after hearing a short version of this story, had to try to joke that I has only two pair of socks that I made last five days. Sigh.
Been wearing these socks at least once a day since mid-December. Wash them, in one load, every weekend. Match them up, ball them together, every weekend.
And I only just now noticed this:
The stripey ones aren’t identical. How could I have missed this quite essential bit of information for nearly two months? What have I been wearing to work? Why did my brain decide, ‘same colours, same brand, both have stripes = same thing!’
I really am a bit worried about this, despite poking fun at myself. I’m meant to be artistic. How could I miss something so…basic? For so long? I really have to wonder what else I might be looking right at, every day, and not seeing.
I’m blaming it on the thin pink stripe. I hate pink. It threw off my game.