I'm a bit... unconventional when it comes to housework, and I come by it honestly: I am my mother's daughter. My mother is the unashamed originator of the sock basket concept within our family, and I improved upon the idea, as outlined in my WFMW: The Sock Solution of three weeks ago. So when I had someone ask, "Where do you keep your sock basket?" I knew futher explanation might be required.
Now, I am very fortunate to have a large laundry room- in fact, it was a prerequisite for us during the Great House Hunt a few years ago. Inside my laundry room, my wonderful husband built lots of shelves for me, which I have filled with baskets, boxes and containers, because I'm a little obsessive about baskets, boxes and containers... But that's a post for another day. Anyway, part of the Sock Plan is that we now have one large sock basket, into which I throw all the kids socks. It worked great... until the boys found out it was much easier to pull the basket off the shelf and dump it onto the floor before getting their socks.
As an aside, I need to explain that my sweet grandmother from Tennessee passed down more than her quirky sense of humor, thyroid problems and Angel Biscuit recipe: we got her all-purpose exclamations of shock and/or disgust too. Choose one, depending upon the circumstance at hand:
a) Well, I'll Swahnee!
b) For Pete's Sake!
c) So help me!
d) My Foot!!!
In this case, upon finding the laundry room floor scattered with clean socks, some of which the cat has managed to drag into her litter box, the correct phrase of shock and/or disgust is c) SO HELP ME!!!! And it was in one of those moments that genius struck me:
Yes, I have knotted that basket to the shelf. In three different places. Then I threatened to replace all the boys' white socks with pink and purple socks if I ever see clean socks on the floor again. And that works for me.