I'm an accessory girl.
...which means, I'm a sock junkie.
I love them, all of them...
okay, most of them.
Because I said...
"This is ridiculous. Out of all the new socks I got last year, I only have one pair that is still mated. What happened?".
Santa Baby brought me 14 pairs of socks.
Love that Santa Baby!
I am going to see to it, that in a year from now, all 14 pairs are still together.
Oh sure, nothing wrong with wearing socks that don't match...
...if you are wearing tall boots.
But I'm the girl that would do that and then find myself in a situation in which tall boots would have to be removed.
There I would be...
...standing there with my red and purple argyle sock on the left foot and a pink and yellow polka dot sock on the right foot.
Yep, that is the kind of luck I have.
So I'm on a mission.
I know what you are all thinking to yourselves...
...we all have the same problem.
We all have that bag full of socks with no mates.
It's a part of life.
Those days are over.
I have photographed, cataloged, indexed... and put secret transmitters in every sock.
Okay, that's a lie.
The transmitter part, that is.
I couldn't figure out how to do that.
I was all set to post this...
and wouldn't you know...
...a sock has already gone missing.
I wore my new pink fuzzy socks to bed last night.
...no, I don't normally wear socks to bed.
But is was 5 degrees below zero last night.
Do you know how cold that is?
It's cold enough to make you want to wear pink fuzzy socks to bed.
I woke up this morning...
...awww--- nice and warm toes....
Why is my right foot freezing?
It's just lost in the blankets...
...I searched, I ripped the bed apart.
I looked under the bed, under the pillows... IN the pillowcases.
Are you kidding me?
I have no other choice but to acknowledge that there is a Sock Snatching Fairy out there.
All these years, we've been blaming the washer and dryer.
So... a word to that Sock Snatching Fairy....
I'm on to you.
This is war.