Folks are always moaning about the missing sock, the thread bare stray lingering at the back of the dryer... you ask yourself, "where's the other, I know I put two in the wash, what could have happened, that is SO odd." I took it, I stole your sock and I put it in my Etsy shop .

I've been doing the sock thing for years now, slipping into the laundry room and grabbing a stray or two when no one was looking. I'm not a foot fetishist, more of a thrill seeker really, and a harmless one- like you were really going to miss the stretched at the heel, gold seamed men's work sock. Really, by taking it I was doing you a favor. I've seen you wear it with sandals, and it looks ridiculous, the fashion police are warming their engines as we speak.

My acquired collection has been getting a bit out of hand though and rather than guest star on an episode of Hoarders, I thought I'd see if I could get a little equity out of my larceny. Like most of the tricks up my sleeve, I learned sock buddy making at the Big House where we'd craft with just about anything. A little dirt from the exercise yard, dental floss, smuggled grass seed, stolen sock and presto- instant friend in solitary.

I've a number of these pals now, enough to make a quorum and frankly, they are getting under foot. I'd like to release them into the wild, but like any other parolee, they need some supervision (and the occasion spritz when they get wilty).

So here's the deal, you can have your stinky sock back, it's been upcrafted and it's waiting for you on Etsy. You've been missing your sole mate,right? And when your pal "Lefty" starts filling in a bit, snap a pic and send it to my Grass Head Buddy Gallery on Facebook, I'm getting a line-up of usual suspects going there and would love to include your fancy footwork.

xx oo

Miss Demeanor