It is at moments like these that I worry for my sanity. My Bank Holiday weekend consisted of washing, drying and pairing socks.
I now have an overflowing sock drawer and a pile of single socks that I am unwilling to chuck out. I know I should throw the single socks out. However I keep thinking I am going to come across its partner and then I would know that I have thrown out a perfectly good functioning pair of socks.
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| some of my single socks |
Currently, the bane of my life is black socks. I have a big pile of black socks and they are proving the most difficult to pair. Some are shoe liners, some trainer liners, some are long socks and some are short socks. I think I have come accross every single design of black socks as they are currently nestled in a clean bundle in my washing basket.
Is anyone else sock obsessed?
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