Saturday, January 03, 2009

Where do they all go?

Odd socks

This is Oliver's current collection of odd socks, down by three after I put away all the clean washing this afternoon. I think of each sock like a lonely soul, its place in the row like a little yellow ribbon, waiting for the return of its other half.

I suspect Oliver might outgrow a few of these hopefuls before they are re-united with their partners.