The adventures of the lonely sock

Dear Gentle Readers

Today I'd like to share with you the tale of the lonely red sock. 'Tis a tale full of adventure, action sorrow, drama, tragedy, and of course, true love and personal fulfilment.

The sock, it is true, was just as pretty as all its neighbours in the wooded village of Sockdrawr. Sockdrawr was but a small village, both in size and in the closeness of the living quarters. But it was a very exclusive area, as only handknitted socks were permitted to live in Sockdrawr. LonelySock didn't mind this though, as she didn't know any different.

What LonelySock did mind was that all the other socks in Sockdrawr had a mate, a life-partner, someone to keep them warm at night. Sometimes, one of the pairs of socks would leave the confines of Sockdrawr and have an adventure, and when they returned, LonelySock would hear them whispering about it to each other. And sharing experiences with the other pairs of socks. But not with LonelySock.

LonelySock decided to do something about it. She would have an adventure, and hopefully find her other half, a sock with she could live in harmony until the ultimate fate of all socks, only whispered about as "Worn Through". Or sometimes "Felted". LonelySock didn't exactly know what these words meant, just that they were bad. The socks didn't like to speak of them.

One day, while all the other socks were sleeping, she crept out of Sockdrawr. She had wrapped up all her worldly possessions to take with her and she entered out of Sockdrawr, and even out of the district of Howse - she'd never been out of Howse before, except way back when she was a skein, she vaguely remembered being in a different district, AnotherHowse, and a trip in a BigCar, before she arrived at Howse.

LonelySock was a little bit scared when she was outside of the confines of Howse. "It's a big world", she thought to herself. But she whistled a jaunty tune as she jumped down the stairs.

She was lucky to just be out of the way of a lowflying Qantas. It gave her a terrible shock, but at least now she knew what the noise was that she had often heard in a distance when she was back in Sockdrawr.

She was intrigued to come across a miniature grey beast in the wild. She heard others call it an Elefant. And even that Elefants were the biggest animals in the world. She thought that must have been a mistake, as she was bigger than the Elefant.

She went in search of her mate - she knew there had to be a mate out there somewhere for her. But where?

She tried exclusive snooty clubs

She drank tea in little cafes

She went to wine bars. That wasn't such a good idea...

She was started to despair of ever finding the One. Feeling a bit low, and acting on an age-old theory, she went shopping in WoolworthsinDoubleBay. She couldn't believe it. Just as she put the bananas in the top of her shopping cart, her toe locked toes with a sock across the aisle. (cue the rising music)

It was love at first sight! She wasted no time in getting to know the One.

She was so happy she had finally found her sole mate. All that awaited them was the ceremony which would bind them together forever, their ultimate fulfilment in life.

The BeingWorn ceremony. The ultimate sign of their commitment to each other.

And they lived happily ever after.

Roll credits...thanks to Kylie, without whom this story, and the happy ending, would not have been possible.