This is my first post, so please be gentle and supportive.
LOL.
Yes, I have several rules about socks.
A few of them are as follows:
If I take off my socks ( either white sport socks, or black dress socks) for whatever reason, and then decide to put them back on, each MUST go back on the same foot from which it came. I will hold them up, and try to determine where the big toe stretch area is, and if one sock doesn’t show it, I will hold up the other sock to figure it out. Putting socks back on the wrong foot is just not acceptable.
If I have been walking around in socked feet, and go to put on a pair of shoes, then I will scruff each foot up against the opposite pant leg to clear anything stuck on the bottom of my sock before putting it in my shoe. Putting socks with unknown items stuck on the bottom back into a shoe, so that I end up walking around on that dirt, is just not acceptable.
When taking a nap, socks must be removed before going to bed. I have found that socks will twist and rotate while sleeping so that the sole is on top. Getting out of bed with socks twisted 180 degrees sideways is just not acceptable.
Thanks for allowing me to share my important sock rules.
My only sock rule involves never tossing clean ones. That is, if I discover a sock with a hole, and it is clean, I wear it before discarding it. If I forget to discard it and it gets laundered, I’ll wear it again before discarding it.
Oh, and the way I fold them, tucking/rolling a pair together (does that have a name?).
I’m a big fan of socks. I feel naked without them, even if otherwise fully clothed. I wear socks pretty much always, except in the shower and other very limited circumstances.
My socks also have an “assigned” foot. I know which foot a sock is supposed to go on, even if no one else can tell. If for some reason I have to wear a sock on the “wrong” foot, I will be aware of it all day until the situation can be remedied.
My wife understands exactly none of this (she’s from a sock-averse family).
I arrange mine, rolled, in the order of the colors in the spectrum. Then comes brown and beige, then grey. Black sox are in their own little drawer, as are white sox.
All my socks are free range. Young, old, dress, white, black, patterned, short, long, cotton, synthetic…its like fricking Ellis Island in that dresser.
About the only time I wear socks is when dressing up or having sex. You know, special occasions.
Actually I love socks. I have about 20 pairs in various pretty colors and wool socks are a must in winter.
Mine are always balled up in the drawer, though. And I never sleep with socks on. So I guess I also have sock rules.
I can wear a pair all day, but if for some reason I take them off I can not put them back on before laundering. Only clean and pristine socks go on the feet.
I never wear socks alone, only with shoes. Since I don’t really like to wear shoes, that means when I come home the shoes and socks usually come off. Certainly I never, ever wear them to bed! When I was in the hospital a few years ago this really seemed to annoy the nurses but from my viewpoint wearing socks to bed is like wearing shoes to bed. I did agree to put something on my feet before putting my feet on the floor, though, which compromise it seemed we all could live with.
Socks must match (apparently among young kids this is no longer a thing).
These last few years I’ve actually taken to knitting my own socks. I’m enjoying the mix of meditative craft and skill/thought involved. And it’s a very portable project.
It also is counter to all the entropy laws of The Universe, causing time warps and shifts in the space-time continuuuuuum. Pissing off The Universe is usually a poor idea and it will usually retaliate by snapping the elastic in your socks and causing all your sponges to dry out.
When I get home, I prefer to remove shoes and socks, and go barefoot. My toes are unusually long and dexterous, and walking around inside with sock feels like wearing mittens indoors.
I like climbing into bed, and then taking off my socks by rubbing one foot against the other and vice versa. It intensifies the “ahh, no socks on” feeling. The downside is if I forget to put them in the laundry the next morning, slipping into bed and feeling furry little objects under the covers can be . . . disturbing.
Oh, and how would you fold socks? I’ve always balled pairs up - I’ve never seen any other way. If you want to get neat about it, places like The Container Store have drawer-separators to sort various undergarments.
LOL.
