We all have them–that basket, bag, or box (somewhere) that has a pile of socks that you’re waiting to fold.
Especially if you have little ones. Well, mine piled up before the move in this mesh laundry bag–I kept telling myself I would fold them later. Well, later never came. It finally came today.
30 minutes, one screaming bag, a doorbell ring with a little boy wanting to sell me a book of savings/coupons for $20, & a headache later–this is what we have.
And sadly, I still have more leftover…
Definitely not as much but, hello socks. I know where all my husband’s socks went.