Dear Daughter: About Socks
I realised today that my pile of quilt blocks for your Dear Daughter quilt is growing, while the number of letters is not keeping up. I have four newly finished blocks, and another almost sewn up, with no letters of their own. Hmm. Time to write another letter.
This quilt block is called “Flock”. It has an interesting effect that I wasn’t expecting. It shows up better from a distance and may not work as well in the photos.
As if by magic, the reds and greens almost seem to hover above the musical instrument print. I think the solid red and greens combine well, but the gold and white images trick the eye into thinking it’s a separate layer, further away. Like looking down on a flock of birds flying over a landscape, which is far down below. I’m sure that this block is meant to have the effect, but it only shows ups when you actually make it.
As I sorted the washing this morning, I mulled over the effect. I wish I had used smaller print for the lighter fabric to make it more distant.
Then I was distracted. I noticed yet again that you have less school socks than your siblings. This is not possible. I seem to buy socks for you all, every month or two. Yet they have many and you don’t.
Now I admit, that your sister and brother do wear grey socks and you wear black, so maybe they are combining like the red and green in my patchwork to seem like a separate grouping. The magical effect of making your socks seem less in number. Unfortunately, the evidence is against this theory. I have, rather sadly, thought this through.
So I’ve braved your room and checked everywhere:
⇒ under your bed and drawers (found two non-matching black socks)
⇒ in the wrong drawer (nope, although I did find a blouse that needed hanging up)
⇒ bottom of the laundry basket (one scrunched up sock – doesn’t match the other two)
⇒ in the corners of all the clean duvet covers – a favourite place for your toddler socks to hide. (nope, but I did find a green sock. Too small now)
⇒ in everyone else’s drawers (nope, nope, nope)
I did check the textile recycling box, but I’m pretty sure I’m the only person in the house who knows where this can be found. (nope)
So. Apart from three odd black socks, not a lot of progress. I can only conclude that the rest are not in the house, which makes me wonder what happened to them all. Have they become a strange protection money alternative at school? Do you trade socks for an easy time at school?
Maybe you and your friends use socks to block draughty holes in the classrooms. Does it make the Maths room less chilly? Or will I find a cache of them in your PE bag, like another member of the family seems to specialise in?
Have they gone to the same place as all the missing biros and sharp pencils? Is there a black hole in your room that only attracts black school socks? Maybe its sponsored by the sock manufacturers.
I’m sure I’m not the only mother to have this problem. Sigh.
Alas, I’m afraid that this will remain a mystery. I’ll be putting more school socks on my shopping list for you. Again.
Your loving mother
P.S. I hope you appreciate that I chose to partner a letter about socks, with a quilt block called “Flock”. Flock/Sock.
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