Another thread here asks about how one defines luxury. I know I am living in luxury right now based on what I just found. I feel both blessed and guilty.
I went to fold one of the baskets of clean laundry the kids had left (they’ve been pretty good about doing enough laundry to keep us going…just not folding/putting away) and I discovered the entire basket (approx. 3.5 cubic feet) was all unmatched socks.
**175 unmatched socks to be exact. ** Now this doesn’t include the socks we have in drawers or are in the piles of laundry to be washed.
Apparently it was easier for them to toss the mismates, worn out ones, too small ones, etc back into the laundry and then into this basket “to be matched later” rather than decide they were ready for the rag bag or to be given away. And apparently it was easier for me to just see they were getting low on decent socks and pick up another pack (I work retail and between discounts and clearance this might be only $1 or $2 for a multi-pak).
I am so shaking my head right now at myself. Good news is I’ve matched up quite a few, saved a few damaged ones for cleaning and tossed the rest, and the remainder (after I verify they really don’t have mates and/or are too small for us) are going to a friend who ministers to the homeless. Heck, once I do a count, might have quite a few good matched pairs to donate as well at this rate.
So easy to let small things go without monitoring while dealing with big things…still, this got a little out of hand!