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May 9, 2024

Missing Sock Day

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Ah, National Lost Sock Memorial Day. It’s that special time of the year again when we pay our respects to the brave socks that have ventured into the abyss of our washing machines, never to return. Let’s all gather around to commemorate the fallen heroes of our laundry baskets—the missing socks.

Once upon a time, in a laundry room not so different from yours, pairs of socks lived in harmony. They were a perfect match, destined to warm feet together, until that fateful day when the wash cycle turned into the Bermuda Triangle for hosiery. How does it happen? Where do they go? Do they achieve sock nirvana? Or is there a sock black hole hidden in the depths of our dryers?

The theories abound. Some say the lost socks turn into extra Tupperware lids or that elusive pen you were sure you had just a minute ago. Others believe they start new lives as dust rags or hand puppets for creative toddlers. The most romantic notion? That they escape to a land where mismatched socks roam free, living out their days basking in the sun, without a care in the world about being part of a pair.

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To honor this day, here are a few ways you can pay homage to your departed foot-warmers:

  • Hold a moment of silence in front of your dryer.
  • Craft a tiny sock monument from lint gathered from the trap—because, in a way, isn’t that where they all end up?
  • Wear mismatched socks with pride, showing the world that every sock deserves love, even without its better half.

In closing, while the mystery of the missing socks may never be solved, one thing remains clear: National Lost Sock Memorial Day serves as a reminder that life is too short to spend time searching for something that’s decided to start a new adventure. Here’s to the wanderlust of socks everywhere—may your journeys be lint-free and your memories warm.

Do socks disappear at your house? Where do you think they go?

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17 thoughts on “Missing Sock Day

  1. Missing socks have always amazed me. I know I would remember throwing out a sock but instead I fold and pair in dismay. I used to keep a group of mismatched socks in my laundry basket in hope a random match could be made, but alas that was never to be.

  2. Hi Terry, I think the missing socks join up with all my missing gloves. I don’t know where they go, but I hope they’re happy.

  3. Love your theories, Terry. I rarely wear socks, so the few pairs I have are pretty content to remain quietly in my drawer. 🙂

    1. That’s one way to solve the problem, Diane. I used to go barefoot all summer long until I developed achilles tendonitis. Overnight, I became a sock devotee.

  4. I always enjoy the newsletter and have subscribed for some time. I’m not writing about lost sock day, but wanted to say that right now, I am enjoying listenting to “Assault With a Deadly Glue Gun,” by Lois Winston. Holy Batman, it’s fun! Anastasia’s dysfunctional family (and life) makes everyone else look normal. It’s laugh-out-loud fun.

  5. I think these missing socks are clinging to other laundry items and will fall out and reappear one day. By then I might have thrown out the other lone sock so that the reemergent one has no mate.

  6. I am mystified by missing socks. One moment they’re paired, the next, one’s missing. This is not a new phenomenon by any means, so I can’t blame aging. I have been known to keep a mateless sock for years hoping the other one would return. I think the aliens get ’em.

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