Sock Sort One

What a day this has been! The sun is shining making us feel warm even though the temperature is at 26 degrees Fahrenheit. The snow from the roofs is melting and forming giant icicles. Any of these pointed ice spears would kill anyone it fell on. Today was planned to count and sort socks. My Lions Club is conducting a community wide sock collection for the purpose of giving those in need some fresh new socks. Our idea is that if your feet are warm, the rest of you will be warm too. For whatever reason, this project is resonating with the public. Probably because it is simple and COVID-19 has affected so many of our neighbors. The Frankfort Lions Club goal is to provide every man, woman, and child registered with our local food pantry with a six pack of socks.

Ten super excited Lions gathered for this event at our local Community Center. We were masked and spread apart as wide as was possible and within thirty minutes we counted 672 pairs of socks, tied them into bundles of six, and bagged them for transport to the Food Pantry on Monday morning. Since our food pantry is sheltered in the Township building and the Township is government they don’t work weekends so hold your hunger for Monday thru Friday.

Our count was six hundred and seventy-two pairs of socks in 112 bundles of six, or 36.7% of our goal. Next week Lions will energize the purchasing component of the project and spend sponsor donated funds to buy what the public didn’t give. By the end of February, our public school partners will end their drives and provide us with a mountain of socks to spread around the community through the shelters.

All in all, this has been a successful project. A highlight will be our Lions produced video to publicize the event. What else but a sock puppet show to do the job. I promise to post our video once it becomes final.

Part two of this day had me delivering two pieces of art-work to Frankfort Arts Association Member Exhibition at Tall Grass Arts Association in Park Forest, IL. The show is “Emerging Perspectives,” and it is my debut as an artist. I feel that all the hours I have spent on making Intarsia pieces deserves some recognition, or at least some exposure. The next step will be to sell something, but I have a problem with that, i.e. I can’t bear the idea of letting my babies go. Maybe that is why we are called “starving artists.”