Sorting, washing, folding, hanging, putting away... ugh. I hate it all. But what stresses me the most? Socks. I loathe socks. Digging around in the dryer looking for a sock's mate, when sometimes, no matter how much looking I do, that mate is lost forever. I swear two goes into the dryer! And matching a family of five socks is no easy task. So many socks look the exact same except for the color of stitching or a small marking. So how do I deal with this? I throw all the socks in a basket without matching them, leave the laundry room and run.
I have to admit, in the states I sometimes would go buy new socks just to avoid matching them. But here it isn't so easy. So last night I sat down in front of the TV, with a glass of wine, and tackled this mess.
Two hours and 151 matched pairs later I was finished.
And out of that mess, these little guys never found their mate. (See why they stress me?!)
