I have a problem with socks.
I hate pairing them. Its the part of folding Mt. Foldmore that I just loathe. Its responsible for the entire basket of single socks (not odd socks, just ones that haven't found their mate yet...) that is taking up space in my bedroom. I refuse to admit that its been there for three weeks.
Its ruining my flow. Darn socks.
I think it would take me hours to sort out all those socks... but I am having an idea....
I think that maybe we have too many socks. Maybe we are drowning in socks because we never throw out the non-comfy, complete-with-holes, don't-fit-that-good socks...
I will hold a sock throwing out ceremony and throw out all the cruddy socks. I'm not even going to pair them first. If they are cruddy I will throw out one and then I will throw out the other when I find it.
After the throwing out ceremony, I will pair all remaining socks. This is important. I will have to get over my hatred of sock pairing and just do it.
That will be the only socks we own then. If we want them, we will wash them. And that will be that.
I shall report back on my progress.
(sorry if this post was a little weird. I am very sick with gastro and dehydration which is making me a bit loopy I think...)