Many of you have sock problems, I know.
Maybe you send a pair through the wash, and only one comes back. Perhaps you have a drawer of mismatched orphans waiting for their princes to come.
We have the opposite problem.
Somehow, a rogue pair of socks has appeared in our house. I did a load of whites and as I was folding, discovered the new arrivals.
They are ladies’ socks, off-white with silver thread running through them, slightly more than ankle high and in good condition. On each sole is the JCrew brand name.
They are not mine.
They do not belong to Catherine.
They are certainly not Basil’s.
Catherine swears she didn’t borrow them from a friend, and that none of her chums left them here.
No one can figure out how they got into our hamper and through the whole wash-and-dry cycle without announcing themselves before the folding began.
Moreover, I’m not sure what to do with them. Cute as they are, they are not my preferred style of sock. The silver thread that gives them a bit of whimsy is probably itchy around the insole.
They’re up for grabs, if you’d like them. Just message me.
Or I guess they’ll go to Goodwill.
Meanwhile, I’m a little worried about what I might find in the next load of wash. …