Of all the things in the world, it seems somewhat odd to blog about socks, but they are on my mind and have been for the last few days. As I've started to feel better this week I've done some light decluttering. This is a task sadly overdue. I'm not yet a candidate for "Hoarders," but I did come across a stack of magazines from -- gasp! -- 2008, and I am afraid 2007 could make an appearance sometime soon, too.
As we know I have any number of faults. One, previously discussed, is my propensity to "save" gift cards. I'm making progress here, but need to do a review of what I have on hand now. The second major fault is to begin to read a magazine and then put it aside to finish "more carefully" later. Later, of course, never arrives, and in 2011 I'm looking at a stack of "Money" from 2008. Nothing I would now read there would be very useful.
The third fault, which may actually be a virtue, is my need to save things that are "still good," especially socks. While doing a little decluttering in one of the closets I discovered a large bag of perfectly good socks. Their only flaw is that I don't want to wear them. I'm not sure when I cleared out my sock drawer and I think I made an effort to find a group that needed used, but clean, women's socks, but didn't find one. My recollection is that groups here only wanted new socks. My socks were put away -- because it went against my nature to throw away socks -- until I could find a group that could use them.
My sock deadline is here. I recycle clothes and household things to a charitable organization, and yes, I could include the socks with my contribution. But I cling, somewhat stubbornly, to the belief that somewhere someone can specifically use socks. I will mail them -- 40 or so pairs -- to anyone who has a need. Happily! They are clean, not especially worn and in a variety of styles and colors. And yes, I will be glad to send them out of the country. I will feel really good knowing my socks have gone to a good home. Please don't be shy, these socks need a new home.