We just have one set of socks at our house. There are 40-60 of them. All. The. Same.
No matching. No strays. No kidding.
Daylight savings started as a joke by Benjamin Franklin and when my husband outlined this idea 15 years ago I laughed at it too. But he wasn't joking. He's an engineer. It's hard to tell when he's joking.
I finally bought-in when my boys started swiping my clean socks. They didn't want to match their own socks and I already had uni-set socks. The pink HANES embroidered on the toes didn't bother them a bit. That was the end of ...
individualization of socks. Now I look for short socks without gender-coded words on them.
If there are socks left at the gym, I never know. Socks at their friends' houses? I never know. If there is one that doesn't match, it's not ours.
It is the mono-cropping of socks. Low maintenance. My relatives have done less eccentric things than this and I made fun of them.
The socks are getting worn out and it's time to buy another batch. It will be an up-front cash outlay, but an investment that pays dividends in time. I have freed up half an hour a week. I probably didn't need the accounting degree if my job is to match socks. 100% sure the housewives in my hood have made fun of me for things less unusual than uni-gender socks. Right before they unfriended me.
They are still spending their time matching socks. Now who's laughing?
Wait, did you have a gardening question?