Organize Your Socks

“I KNEW you were wearing my socks!”

“Why do I have to keep telling you I don’t wear your socks?”

“Then how come I can see them on your feet?”

“Well, of course I’m wearing them NOW. I mean, normally I don’t wear your socks.”

“Then why don’t I ever have any socks in my drawer?”

Taking him by the hand and leading him into our bedroom to see at least a dozen pairs of sock littering the floor, “I think I have solved the case of the missing socks.”

A few days later I excitedly show him my new idea, The Sock Basket! He doesn’t seem impressed.

“Look! I put a basket right here next to the bed for you to throw your socks in!”

“That’s just dumb.”

“What do you mean? Now they won’t be all over the floor.”

“Well, it’s dumb that I throw my socks on the floor. You should tell me to stop doing it.”

I’m speechless. That is something I have never considered. If you don’t want your husband to throw his socks on the floor then you should ask him to stop doing it? I think that is going to be my next “This has never worked for me Wednesday but you should definitely try it for yourself.”

The sock basket has worked for me though and you really should try it. And then when your husband walks in the bedroom and sees a pair of your socks laying on the floor next to the bed he can laugh at you and make fun of you for being such a slob.

So I have shown you dirty socks in a basket. Now you are going to see a real treat: stockings in a bag.

You know how I feel about organizing with bags. I put my nylons into their own separate baggies to keep them from getting snagged in my drawer. If you have a larger collection than I do you could label the bags or (and I just thought of this) you could attatch the bag, using a clothes pin, to the outfit you wear the nylons with. I don't know. Now I'm probably just getting too crazy for you.

Here is one last sock tip for you. Instead of keeping your kid's socks in their rooms, find a spot for them by the back door. That way they can grab their socks and shoes and be on their way in a hurry. Not that you would ever be in a hurry. You are too organized for that!

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Missing You

*Updated

I lost my pants. I have no idea how I managed it. It’s not like losing a flat piece of paper or a microscopic MP3 player. I don’t know how they could have just disappeared like this. My desk has gotten pretty cluttered lately but I got that cleaned off on Saturday and nope, no pants.

At first I thought they might have gotten mixed up with my son’s or husband’s jeans by mistake but I didn’t find them “with their clothes”. I was going to say, “in their drawers” but that sounded a little funny and plus it reminded me of the time Stranger mistakenly tried to wear a pair of my pants. The missing pants have to be in this house somewhere right? It’s not like I could have worn them somewhere and come home without them. Right? Let’s pretend I’m right.

Losing pants might not seem like a big deal for most of you but I only own two pairs. You thought they looked familiar didn’t you? I have to defend myself by saying when you’re 6-1, it’s pretty difficult to find pants that are long enough. It’s not like I can walk into Target and come out with anything below my calf, unless it’s a scarf and I’m not skinny enough to pull that off. No. The only place I can buy jeans is at the Gap and someone who lives for garage sales doesn’t get excited about spending $60 for a pair of pants.

I’ve been wearing the same two pairs of jeans since I had my baby almost two years ago and they were on sale when I bought them. At the same time I bought two more pair in the next size smaller. You know how dreamy you are after you’ve had a baby? You’ve been pregnant for so long that you are positive you are going to work out 5 hours a day and live off pizza fumes until you get back to the same size you were when you were ten. Besides, in 3 more seconds my skinny pants will be out of style even for a home-schooler. I’ve been eyeing them for two years now but every time I try to get too close they disappear into the skinny side of my closet like a mirage in the desert. I can see them but I can't quit reach them.

With diminished options yesterday morning I spotted a pair of those skinny pants and got them to hold still long enough for me to try them on. I was shocked that I could actually get them past my butt! Not only that but if I squeezed the fat really hard I could button them up!!! Doesn't that sound sexy? I’m guessing that if I lost another five pounds I would have two new pairs of pants to wear and I wouldn't need a belt to keep them hitched up like I did with the missing pants.

So now what do I do? I really can’t get to the gym more than 5 days a week and I was just recently considering cutting it back to three. I’m definitely not going to starve myself. My only other option appears to be plastic surgery. That seems like less of a hassle than finding another pair of jeans that fit.

* "Follow the Bouncing Ball. All clues lead to Grandma Robbins." This was a bizarre comment left by Stranger this morning. I had no idea what it was supposed to mean until he reminded me of our all time favorite family joke. A couple summers ago the family was at my parents home for a BBQ in the back yard. Everyone was picking up the mess and getting ready to go home when one of the grandkids asked, "Where do these balls go?" Someone else casually answered, "In Grandpa's pants." I'm not sure but it might have been Grandma herself. Some of us thought this was a very rude thing to say until we found out that she had sewn a big bag to store all the balls in the garage and she had made it out of an old pair of Grandpa's pants! So yes indeed, the balls do go in Grandpa's pants. If my parents weren't in Alaska for another six months I might have suspected Grandma in the case of the missing pants!

The Treasure Hunt

I found my belt behind the washing machine when I was looking for the shoelaces. I found the shoelaces in the guest room when I was looking for the winter boots. I found the winter boots in a box when I was looking for the Halloween costumes. I found the Halloween costumes right where I left them.

I don’t know where I’d be if I weren’t so organized. I might never be able to find anything!

BTW, remember this idea for Halloween candy? No 8 year old on earth would ever go for it would they. Except mine! Go see more photos. Here I am, begging for comments for him again. Thanks!

See what happens when you clear a nice space in your pantry? It’s just too irresistible to leave alone.