"Black socks, they never get dirty;The longer you wear them, the blacker they get.Some times, I think I should wash themBut something keeps telling me
Oh, not yet, not yet, not yet"
However, I had managed to overlook one important fact. I had six daughters. Little girls don't like black socks. They like pink socks. To make matters worse my mother bought cute socks with frills and bows and patterns that the girls really needed and loved.
None of them were the same!
So although I used the toss and throw method of pairing, some mornings found us frantically searching for some appearance of a pair. At times I had to literally toss the newly discovered pair over the upstairs railing. One of my kids, who already had their coat and school bag on their back, would catch them in mid-air. They quickly pulled on their socks, stuffed their feet into boots or shoes and flew out the door, barely making the school bus.