The Theatre of The Mundane - act I
My sock has a hole in it. An honest hole, one earned through hard work. A hole worn in the pursuit of my daily bread, a hole worn away by safety shoes. A hole safety shoe wearers of this planet can relate to. Not a particularly aesthetically pleasant looking hole, or a hole that is in anyway 'trendy' ie a fashion statement, just a hole in my sock. Possibly an existential sock? Who knows " I have a hole, therefore I am a sock"?Anyway, not for long. I'm going to darn the hole. Goodbye Sock with a hole, hello darned sock.
Nice to see in todays throwaway society that there are some still prepared to put in a bit of effort to prolong the life of something most wouldn't give a second thought too. Continue to sock it to us with your darned original posts.
Posted by
Bazza |
4:40 AM
Agree with bazza totally, great to see you thinking outside the box on this one.
Posted by
Kev Brown |
6:39 PM
Well, I'd say you're thinking outside the SHOE on this one!
I can't afford to throw away much, but I never darn my socks. Hate the feel of the little "stitch-ridge" that's left behind.
Tossed socks, however, make the absolute best dust cloths . . .
Posted by
Unknown |
8:00 PM
` Socks make good puppets... to do my bidding!
Posted by
Spoony Quine |
10:57 PM