Monday, 23 June 2008

Socks

They are the bane of my existence. There are always missing socks. I have a pile of singles. Every time I do laundry, some get matched up, but others join that pile. It changes yet it stays the same.

Then there are the girls' socks. It's so hard to tell them apart. I tried marking Isabella's with a Sharpie but that eventually washed out. Now, I'm trying sewing a zigzag of black thread on them.

1 comments:

taxitalk said...

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