My name is Rolanni, and I'm a sockaholic
Friday, December 17th, 2010 06:03 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
I opened the door to my half of the bedroom chest (formerly "Steve's piece*" which came as part of his marriage portion) and -- all my socks fell out onto the floor.
I mean ALL of my socks fell out onto the floor. Swearing, I gathered them up by the armsful and dumped them on the bed, telling Steve I'd deal with them this evening. Which I have done.
I love socks -- mmmm, soft, stretchy fabric caressing your feet, fluffy cushioning between your soles and a cold, uncaring floor. Mmmmm....
Socks come in ridiculous colors and you can wear them with impunity, because, hey -- socks. I have a pair of grey-and-cream striped socks that I'm very fond of. And another pair, that has the solar system embroidered on a bright blue foreground. The toes and heels of that pair are yellow. I have lots and lots of little green hiking socks, that wear like iron. Blue ones, too. Boot socks. I need more boot socks, actually (no, really), because I tend not to limit their use to the insides of boots, but drag them on over more modest socks on really cold days, and wear them around the house like slippers.
Why do I have so many socks? you ask. Good question.
First, socks are useful and necessary articles of clothing. Second, they're relatively cheap and plentiful. Third, there's nothing so sensually satisfying as putting on a new pair of socks for the first time -- a cheap thrill, you might say, and you'd be right. We need our thrills.
Seriously, you don't want to be without socks -- like brown rice, another thing that I tend to buy when I'm feeling pinched, and also when the checkbook's plump.
So, anyway, the socks are back in the piece, for the moment. I think I've stacked them so they won't fall out again.
For awhile, anyway.
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*In the version of American English spoken in Baltimore, Maryland, where I spent my formative years, a "piece" is any sufficiently large object of furniture. "Sufficiently large" being very much in the eye of the beholder. In this instance, the "piece" is a rather modest, five foot tall, two-door, two-drawer bureau that I've been swearing we're going to replace with Something Useful for...just about forever, actually.
I mean ALL of my socks fell out onto the floor. Swearing, I gathered them up by the armsful and dumped them on the bed, telling Steve I'd deal with them this evening. Which I have done.
I love socks -- mmmm, soft, stretchy fabric caressing your feet, fluffy cushioning between your soles and a cold, uncaring floor. Mmmmm....
Socks come in ridiculous colors and you can wear them with impunity, because, hey -- socks. I have a pair of grey-and-cream striped socks that I'm very fond of. And another pair, that has the solar system embroidered on a bright blue foreground. The toes and heels of that pair are yellow. I have lots and lots of little green hiking socks, that wear like iron. Blue ones, too. Boot socks. I need more boot socks, actually (no, really), because I tend not to limit their use to the insides of boots, but drag them on over more modest socks on really cold days, and wear them around the house like slippers.
Why do I have so many socks? you ask. Good question.
First, socks are useful and necessary articles of clothing. Second, they're relatively cheap and plentiful. Third, there's nothing so sensually satisfying as putting on a new pair of socks for the first time -- a cheap thrill, you might say, and you'd be right. We need our thrills.
Seriously, you don't want to be without socks -- like brown rice, another thing that I tend to buy when I'm feeling pinched, and also when the checkbook's plump.
So, anyway, the socks are back in the piece, for the moment. I think I've stacked them so they won't fall out again.
For awhile, anyway.
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*In the version of American English spoken in Baltimore, Maryland, where I spent my formative years, a "piece" is any sufficiently large object of furniture. "Sufficiently large" being very much in the eye of the beholder. In this instance, the "piece" is a rather modest, five foot tall, two-door, two-drawer bureau that I've been swearing we're going to replace with Something Useful for...just about forever, actually.
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Date: 2010-12-17 11:12 pm (UTC)Hrmmm......
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Date: 2010-12-17 11:13 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2010-12-17 11:32 pm (UTC)To keep them from exploding out of the "piece", may I suggest some sort of Rubbermaid sweater box? I use them to corral all sorts of wayward garments.
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Date: 2010-12-18 03:11 pm (UTC)Oh, there's a good idea. . .
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Date: 2010-12-17 11:44 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2010-12-18 01:23 am (UTC)Where did you get those solar system socks, if I may ask? They sound woooonderful ....*drools*
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Date: 2010-12-18 01:38 am (UTC)Sock Dreams -- http://www.sockdreams.com/_pages/index.php
I also got from that same place armwarmers with a golden Chinese dragon twinning up one arm.
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Date: 2010-12-18 02:31 am (UTC)no subject
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Date: 2010-12-18 03:13 pm (UTC)And so you do.
Let me know how they work out, will you? I've had my eye on them, but haven't quite worked up to hitting the "buy" button.
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Date: 2010-12-20 01:50 am (UTC)They are terrifically warm. I have worn them with skirts in the winter (when I was LARPing or going to a club) and was able to stay warm.
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Date: 2010-12-18 11:16 pm (UTC)*runs to sockdreams*
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Date: 2010-12-18 08:28 am (UTC)Or, in my case, black[1]. But then all of my clothes come in black, except for shirts for work and other 'formal' occasions which are white (and for really formal occasions, like weddings, I wear a tie -- that's black), and my underpants which are white.
[1] At least, they start as black. After repeated washing, though, they go interestingly non-black. Some fade to grey, some to blue, some to brown or purple, a few to red. They aren't being contaminated with other colours, either (see above; I wash white and black separately because otherwise the white gets contaminated), the dyes just fade that way.
Hi, I'm Claire
Date: 2010-12-18 08:54 am (UTC)C.
Yay
Date: 2010-12-18 09:17 am (UTC)C.
Re: Yay
Date: 2010-12-18 03:12 pm (UTC)Re: Yay
Date: 2010-12-19 06:30 am (UTC)C.
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Date: 2010-12-18 10:30 pm (UTC)I always fancied getting stockings with clocks. Except these would be real clocks. Alarm clocks. Grandfather clocks. Hour glasses. Rolexes. Clepsydras. Turnip watches. Sundials.
The socks would be ugly as hell. But I’m a sucker for a pun.
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Date: 2010-12-20 05:50 pm (UTC)