My lone knitted sock is perched steadfastly just below my knee and waiting to be joined by its mate. My bare left foot firmly holds to the laundry room floor as my head enters the dryer. It is definitely in there somewhere.
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Oh, that separation! Thank God it is only a dryer. 🙂
We all can identify with this.
It happens every time I do laundry! 🙂
Yep, I know 😀
And it’s the cutest sock too! Would be such a shame to lose it.
I know….I want to find a pair.
This has been my life for the past year. As I write this, I can hear the dryer thumping away.
Lol….I should count how many unmatched socks I currently have in my drawer!
I am not tall, and my washer and dryer are stacked. I live this dream several times a week.
Lol…sorry to have reminded you.
No, it isn’t! It is in sock purgatory!
It only seems to happen when they go in the dryer! and never if it’s just on the clothesline. Such a pretty and warm-looking sock, too!
Very cool how you answered the question by giving us the *separate* locations of each sock. There are a number of other micros that talk about a missing mate, but I like that you know exactly where each of yours are.
Thank you so much. 🙂
It’s gone to Sockland! But don’t worry, it’s happy there
I hope so!
Love this!