
YOU MAY REMEMBER last fall I organized my section of our walk-in closet [discussed here]. What I didn’t tell you, my gentle readers, is that when I did that organization I adopted, sort of, the KonMari approach to tidying up said closet space.
Oh yes I did.
I’ll admit that I’ve never been 100% convinced her approach to organizing stuff is for me, but I’m open-minded so I gave it a go in our closet wherein I have a chest of drawers + a rod for hanging clothes + some shelves on which to put things.
Please note that in keeping with my experimental mindset I went full-out joy-sparking in that closet.
Uh huh.
SO LAST WEEKEND Zen-Den and I were going to dinner with friends at a nice restaurant in a swanky part of town. I was wearing black pants, intending to wear a new pair of black leather + leopard print loafers with socks.
Black socks, obviously. Because winter is finally here and for the first time since last winter I needed to wear dark socks.
All was good in my uber-organized sock drawer, or so I thought, until I realized that during my Marie Kondo organizational purge last fall I’d saved 5 dark socks.
Five. Individual. Socks.
They are: 2 textured brown socks, 1 plain navy blue sock, 1 plain black sock, and 1 tone-on-tone patterned black sock.
APPARENTLY I GOT a little too joyful, and a trifle distracted, when I sorted through my dark socks last fall, giving the ones I didn’t want to the Salvation Army.
I think we can agree on that.
But be that as it may this situation created an interesting problem in the moment for which I had no immediate logical solution. Thus I’ll share with you what turned out to be my four choices– and ask you to contemplate what you’d do in this situation.
My solution is in the comments below.
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HERE IS THE SOCK CONUNDRUM I FACED
1) I could wear the matching brown socks that didn’t go with the black pants and cute black leather + leopard print loafers; or
2) I could be an outlaw a la Agnes and wear many possible mismatched sock combinations; or
3) I could go sockless on a cold winter’s night; or
4) I could give up wearing my cute loafers and wear black boots instead, knowing no one would see my socks that way.
WHAT DO YOU THINK I DID? WHAT WOULD YOU DO?
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