I have this pair of socks that I love...I think I've had them for ten years or something. They were threadbare at first, but now the hole is obvious. I keep thinking I would throw them out, but I never do. Then I saw them today, dormant in my sock drawer; I only discovered them in a frenzy this morning while trying to match a pair of black dress socks (which even if you buy different kinds with different designs, they all look the same!).
Thus, it is with a heavy heart that one of my favorite pairs of socks is being eighty-sixed; no amount of mending will do and I must part with them.
(I think I hear taps playing in the distance.)