Resolution update
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dreamsharkI think I have managed to do at least one thing from my list each day so far, and I checked off 3 or 4 on Saturday.
The biggest weekend accomplishment was dealing with The Sock Problem. You know... socks get bigger or smaller or just disappear completely (but always one sock at a time, never in pairs). You buy new socks to replace the baggy ones you never wear anymore, but never get around to getting rid of the old ones. And who hasn't known the heartbreak of the mysteriously orphaned sock? When do you finally accept that the other one isn't coming back and throw away the orphan? For some of us, the answer is NEVER. So I had a hamper full of single socks whose mates were sure to turn up in the next wash, and another hamper full of pairs of socks because I had way too many to fit in my sock drawer. I dealt with this whole issue by going to The Gap and buying 20 new pairs of socks. No, really. Once I had the socks I felt I needed (a whole bunch of tall boot socks and a handful of light-weight but warm dress socks) I could throw out all those marginal ones I'd been afraid to let go of.
Then I made a great discovery: a bunch of empty drawers! Yes, indeed, the little chest of drawers in the closet of the room we still call Amber's Room had nothing in it. Now it has 3 drawers full of carefully sorted and folded socks. Today I am wearing some really cool black socks with silvery bats flying around on them. They are just the type of sock I like: close fitting but slightly wooly, and they don't fall down. They aren't new; I just saw them for the first time in months when I got near the bottom of the sock hamper.
I also balanced my checkbook for the last 2 months, deposited 3 checks, paid off my credit card balance online, mended some little holes in a favorite shirt, emailed my mother and sister, and bought a new Franklin Planner.
Yesterday's accomplishment was less than spectacular, but it was something I had been putting off. I finally took down last year's 12-month wall calendar and put up the new one in my cubicle at work.
Today I called my hairdresser and made an appointment to get my hair cut. Okay, it's not much, but I'm still emotionally exhausted from the sock purge.
The biggest weekend accomplishment was dealing with The Sock Problem. You know... socks get bigger or smaller or just disappear completely (but always one sock at a time, never in pairs). You buy new socks to replace the baggy ones you never wear anymore, but never get around to getting rid of the old ones. And who hasn't known the heartbreak of the mysteriously orphaned sock? When do you finally accept that the other one isn't coming back and throw away the orphan? For some of us, the answer is NEVER. So I had a hamper full of single socks whose mates were sure to turn up in the next wash, and another hamper full of pairs of socks because I had way too many to fit in my sock drawer. I dealt with this whole issue by going to The Gap and buying 20 new pairs of socks. No, really. Once I had the socks I felt I needed (a whole bunch of tall boot socks and a handful of light-weight but warm dress socks) I could throw out all those marginal ones I'd been afraid to let go of.
Then I made a great discovery: a bunch of empty drawers! Yes, indeed, the little chest of drawers in the closet of the room we still call Amber's Room had nothing in it. Now it has 3 drawers full of carefully sorted and folded socks. Today I am wearing some really cool black socks with silvery bats flying around on them. They are just the type of sock I like: close fitting but slightly wooly, and they don't fall down. They aren't new; I just saw them for the first time in months when I got near the bottom of the sock hamper.
I also balanced my checkbook for the last 2 months, deposited 3 checks, paid off my credit card balance online, mended some little holes in a favorite shirt, emailed my mother and sister, and bought a new Franklin Planner.
Yesterday's accomplishment was less than spectacular, but it was something I had been putting off. I finally took down last year's 12-month wall calendar and put up the new one in my cubicle at work.
Today I called my hairdresser and made an appointment to get my hair cut. Okay, it's not much, but I'm still emotionally exhausted from the sock purge.
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Date: 2007-01-17 03:29 am (UTC)Not I. Sniff.
Seriously, there used to be a yearly drive (when I worked at Hennepin County) to collect socks for the needy. I don't know if they still do that, but mismatched socks may be in demand somewhere. Sock puppet theaters?
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Date: 2007-01-17 03:31 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2007-01-17 04:03 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2007-01-17 06:20 am (UTC)Take the unmated sock pile that has accumulated in the previous 6 months. Compare (WITHOUT COMBINING THE TWO PILES) the socks from the bag with the more recent orphans. Make all possible pairs, joyously. Discard all unmated socks from the original, 6-month-old bag. Now you're even.
If there's any unmated socks in the recent accumulation pile, put them in a bag, allow 6 months to pass, etc.
I am probably not alone in thinking that you've saved all the old marginal socks in Amber's closet drawers, carefully sorted into pairs of socks that you don't actually like very much. Say it isn't so!
K.
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Date: 2007-01-17 11:55 pm (UTC)"I am probably not alone in thinking that you've saved all the old marginal socks in Amber's closet drawers, carefully sorted into pairs of socks that you don't actually like very much. Say it isn't so!"
Nope, that was the old me. The wearable-but-marginal pairs of socks are now in a box waiting to be donated to... somewhere. The local Salvation Army is probably a good choice - they're not fussy. I'm not sure what to do with the unmated and raggy ones. I remember reading somewhere recently about a place you could donate old clothes useful only for rags, but I don't remember where it was. Rag Stock used to take that stuff, back before they went all goth and trendy.