I know where all the missings socks in the world go

I think that I have a sock problem.

Yesterday I finally went through my clothes to get rid of all the things that are older than Noah, don't fit or I just seriously do not like. Fifteen pairs of socks went away.

If I include the hand-knits, walking socks and thermals, thirty pairs of socks went back into the drawer. How do I end up with so many socks?

Particularly as I threw away around thirty pairs before I moved three years ago. Eeep!!

In total, two and a half large bin sacks were filled with stuff. It's insane. There were t-shirts in there that I haven't worn in years, moved from England with me and forgot that I even owned. It seems that when something wears out or stops being something that I like wearing (usually because it makes me look fat or deformed), I buy something new and never, ever throw away the old stuff.

I took photos of the mound of stuff to remind myself the next time I hang onto something beyond the sensible point.

In other news, wow am I ever tired. Only two more days until systest on Phase I of Project Doom. I can do this.