Zeno's Bar & Grill
Thursday, February 08, 2007
The heavens parted and a chorus of angels filled the air. At least that what it felt like today when I was sorting socks and had the sudden realization.PATTERNED SOCKS ARE THE ANSWER. Not 42, even though the Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy might want you to think so.
With three girls, all with different foot sizes, sorting socks has always been a miserable task, consuming seemingly endless hours that could be used far more profitably. One white (or red or blue) Gap sock looks pretty much like another--or even worse, like Old Navy or Nordstrom's version of the same sock. Half the time, we don't even pair them up properly, so the kids end up wearing a size S on one foot and a size L/XL on the other.
All a thing of the past. Thank goodness I took that leap of faith on an el cheapo Costco five pack of brilliantly colored, garish socks. They leapt out at me from the pile of mystery solid socks, and inspiration struck.
Patterned socks. My life will never be the same again.
--Melanie
