Wednesday, January 23, 2008

Sock Suicide

I gave him every chance to live. I knew that I had put a PAIR of red basket weave stitch socks in the washer, but when I moved everything over to the dryer, I only pulled one out to hang on the rod to air dry. I HATE when that happens. So I took every piece of clothing out, one at a time, and shook it. No sock. I turned everything inside out. No sock. I turned everything back to the right side. No sock. At that point you start to question your sanity. Did I really see TWO socks when I put everything in the washer? So I checked everywhere that wasn't the laundry room to see if I'd dropped it. I questioned Bentley who has a tendency to lug off wayward socks and coat them with slobbery love. No sock, slimed or otherwise. So I proceeded to convince myself that he wasn't in the washer. This is what he wanted me to do. And all the while he was either hugging the top of the dryer drum with all his might or employing some supernatural sock invisibility technique so that I couldn't save him. Maybe it was his one wish on his birthday cake or the first evening star: "Just don't let her find me this once..."He had a death wish. When the dryer cycle was done, there he was right on top. His felted carcass a mere shadow of his former self. His mate is devastated. My right foot will be cold and I am sad that all of that time and beautiful pattern went to waste. I don't know why you decided that it was your time but I respect your determination to complete your task. Rest in peace Red Basket Weave Stitch Sock....Rest in peace.

I can't even entertain the thought that he may have seen me working on my new Mountain Colors red mini bamboo sock and thought that he was being replaced. I must admit, although the new color is a little Red Hat Society for my taste, it is really soft and I love the pattern but I wanted the new sock to enhance my sock family, not replace anyone in it....


Let this be a lesson for one and all. Pay attention when knitting new socks that your older ones feel loved and in no danger of being ousted from their sock kin so that it never comes to this. And now a moment of silence for Red Basket Weave Stitch sock....

6 comments:

Elizabeth said...

Sorry about the old one, but I'm loving the new ones! Maybe it was just his time.

DPUTiger said...

Bummer on the sneaky sock :( Better luck next time!

dale-harriet said...

Uhmn...not to sound unsympathetic -what did you do with the felted body? 'Cause, something like that, stuffed with catnip and stitched up would be a Brilliant Resurrection and New Career for his sockish self....perhaps he was seeking a career change! And I'm looking forward to getting back into socks, prepare to be questioned - er....consulted...about heels when I get there! (gosh you're GOOD!)

Cindy G said...

Aieee! The sock Twilight Zone strikes again.

Sus said...

Oh noes! Sorry about your sock. I hope he has a wonderful aftersocklife.

YarnThrower said...

Hmmmm....and I thought it was bad when my store-bought cotton socks seem to "disappear" one at a time when they are in the laundry.... So much worse when a hand knit wool sock disappears *before* the dryer cycle, and then re-appears to show you its new form at the top of the pile *after* the dryer is done. So sad...