Socks that develop holes are one of life’s small irritations. A discomfort and inconvenience so slight it’s easy to forget to remedy it until once again you’re rummaging through drawers searching for a pair in the right colour that haven’t been split by your big toenail or worn out at the heel.
Due to convenience and, well, capitalism, for most of us the remedy is to buy new socks. I relegate the odd ones and holey ones to a canvas tote bag shoved into the back of my wardrobe. There they enter the specific purgatory of broken household items that shouldn’t go in the bin, aren’t fit for donation and can’t be recycled. Mostly I forget about this bag until it’s time to move or reorganise – until now.
