Confession: I Wear Mismatched Socks

mismatchedsocksI wear mismatched socks.  Every day.

And I’m not talking about a white sock that’s a little bit dingier than my other white sock, but I mix stripes and stars, hot pink and red, athletic and ruffled.

Oh, and my kids do, too.

It wasn’t always this way.  I’m pretty sure up until about five years ago, my socks always matched.  And the mere thought of dressing my son in one blue sock and one hot pink ruffled sock felt downright horrifying.  But that was before I quit sorting socks.  I just couldn’t take it.  I couldn’t take the searching, the organizing, the matching, the digging in the bottom of the dryer to see if maybe just maybe one of the socks got lost in that tiny crack in the back.  And don’t even get me started on the “missing sock” pile that slowly overtook an entire laundry basket and eventually started falling out onto the floor.

I gave up.

Now, when I pull a load out of the dryer, I just load every sock I see into a heap into the dresser drawer.  And when it comes time to get dressed, my kids have been instructed to grab two socks, without looking at color, shape or size.

One red, one brown?  Go for it.

One of Will’s, one of Joey’s?  If you can get it on, it’s shoe-worthy.

Daddy’s dressy black socks used over your shin guards at soccer practice?  Sure!  Just put them back before daddy notices.

Now, I know that the obvious solution would be to buy boring old jumbo-sized packs of plain white socks for all of my kids so that every sock in the drawer matched.  But that would require me throwing away all of the old socks, not to mention wearing plain old boring socks.  I don’t do plain, old, boring or white.  Unless we’re talking about underwear, of course.

So we wear mismatched socks at our house.  And you know what?  It works for us.  In fact, not once has anyone mentioned that my socks don’t match.  I’m fully aware that most likely everybody is just being silent out of pity, not wanting to hurt my feelings or make fun of the poor frazzled mom who can’t even get it together to sort a simple load of laundry.  But I’m okay with that.

Because at least I don’t have to sort socks.


  1. Hilarious! Sadly, I wear a lot of boring socks. I really hate socks, so I just stock piled the low-cut athletic socks that I wear only when I have my running shoes on. Otherwise, this girl is barefoot.

  2. me too! we’re lucky to get out of the house with two socks and two shoes on. i could care less if they match.