Socks - I have rules about them

I have a variation on the OP’s second rule. I scuff off the bottom of my bare feet, for the reason described, but offending foreign matter is less likely to stick to my socks.

Otherwise, I never lose socks any more, because I wash them by hand in the bathroom sink and hang dry them. They endure longer, without the high heat of the dryer.

When I put them away after washing, any two that look essentially similar constitute a pair. Matched pairs go in the drawer, folded once together with the tops rolled down about an inch.

In summer, I only wear socks (and shoes) if I am going outdoors, and then only if I am going farther than the mailbox or the dumpster. In winter, I wear socks all day, but not sleeping at night, they cause footcramps.

My feet stay dry, and I can wear the same socks for a month, but I usually don’t/

Oh, and I have 2 special pairs of socks with toes that I wear with my Vibram Five Finger shoes but only in coldest weather. It is a little bit of a hassle getting my toes down into each individual toe cozy, but once on, they ain’t going nowhere!

I have 2 pair 'cause I originally bought a white pair but then I thought “What if someone from the SDMB found out I only have a white pair? I’d never live it down.” So I went and bought a black pair. Haven’t seen a pair in the color “Red Indian” (a nod to our friends on that island across the sea), but if I do, I’m on it! And then they’ll be on me! Yay to all concerned!

My sock drawer is run on the principles of a strict fascist monoculture. I have only one kind of sock. All my socks are the same brand, same color. I never have to worry about mismatched socks!

I can recommend this approach highly. All sock-related anxiety and confusion is gone from my life. Sure, in other ways my existence is filled with constant turmoil. Work, relationships and money cause me constant pain and worry. But when it comes to socks, I have found Nirvana. No decisions to be made, no more questions to be asked.

All my socks are the same colour, so my chances of finding a matching pair are close to 100%. :wink:

I have a polar opposite approach. I try to buy socks with some kind of distinctive pattern so that they can be easily distinguished – this after years of trying to make subtle distinctions between various shades of blues and blacks in the problematic light of dawn. (Well, not dawn, because dawn and I rarely encounter one another if I can help it, but you know what I mean.)

It’s rather a mystery to me why manufacturers of socks don’t put color-coded bars on the them for easier matching.

To help with the sock organizing, I used those little plastic rings that generally go by the name of sock-locks or various misspellings of the same. Those work well except that even getting up the motivation to use them often exceeds the energy budget I have put aside to resist household entropy.

I have white socks, black socks, and a couple of pairs of brown. I *always *wear socks with shoes - shoes without socks cause my feet to sweat and socks without shoes inevitably wind up wet because our dog is a sloppy drinker and I’d be walking in the puddles around her dish.

Socks are folded in half, then one open end is wrapped over the entire bundle. In this configuration they are irresistible to our Bengal cat, so we often start the day wearing socks with cat spit.

White crew socks occupy the left side of the drawer, white shorty socks are in the middle, and all the rest are on the right side. Socks are only worn to bed when it’s really, really cold and my feet are like ice. And they’ll end up being removed in the middle of the night.

My spousal unit has his own sock rules, but they’re wrong. I say nothing in the interest of marital bliss, and because I’m nice, dammit!

Fold them or roll them. Otherwise you risk the consequences noted above.

I must say, there seems to be an undercurrent of sock laws out there, that have not been brought to the surface before today.

We must immediately adopt each other’s laws, because :

People, we have saved the Earth. We have repaired the rip in the fabric of space and time.

Good job… good job !!!

I have experienced a considerable number of mysterious sock disappearances over the years. Although I am usually dismissive about alleged paranormal phenomena, this is something which I find deeply disturbing.

I love toe socks, but they’re not easy to find and especially not easy to find in adult sizes. A little more sock knitting experience and I want to have a go at knitting these. Not only would I be able to choose the color/pattern but getting the size right would no longer be an issue.

My only rule is that my socks must amuse me. :smiley:

Have you checked your spouse’s underwear? I usually find mine canoodling with the panties. Shame! Bad sock! Baaaaaad!

I think the OP is going to fit in around here just fine.

I have so many different kinds of socks I never know how in supposed to act when I log on the sdmb.

Wait, is that what we’re doing?

I don’t wear socks very often anymore but when I do I turn them inside out so the seam doesn’t rub across my toes.

I’ve never worn socks to bed. I have to have a bare foot sticking out from under the covers to get comfortable.

But… how do you keep the monsters that live under the bed from grabbing it?

My first thought too !!!

It’s like we’re twins !!!

I don’t know if that’s a good thing, or a bad thing… :eek:

They’re all in my head. I cover the exposed ear.

I wear socks to bed as well, almost all year. The only time I don’t is the hottest part of summer.

I do one thing with, or for, my socks that most people don’t these days. I darn them. When I get the first hole I actually sew it up!:eek: When the next hole appears in the same sock I throw them in the rag bag. I use a device that came from my grandmother. As a kid I called it “the wooden drumstick”, because it looks like a chicken leg. You stick the blunt end into the sock and it neatly spreads the fabric so you can see just where to ply your needle. Anyone else ever used one?