A pile of socks

We always seem to have odd socks in our household. Every time a pair of socks goes into the washing machine, only one of the pair comes out.

We have three uses for these socks

  1. I insist that we no longer care about matching socks and all my children and my husband and I walk around with ill matching socks.
  2. Rufus uses them as chew toys
  3. I have begun to felt them into my art works; why not?

One response to “A pile of socks”

  1. wow!! 53Reroot – roots of resilience

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