(This one gives new meaning to airing my dirty laundry in public. Except in this case, it's my clean laundry.)
Ok, here goes.
I don't pair up my socks.
I just stuff them in a crowded drawer. There's not enough room for a grain of sand in there. In fact, when I open the drawer about an inch, socks come flying out from the extreme pressure they are under.
It's like they come out gasping for air.
See? Sock drawer, before:
Scary, huh? You feel bad for my suffocating socks, don't ya?
I did too.
Today was the day to conquer #8 on the list. Organize my sock drawer.
I found 9 pairs of tights,
25 pairs of athletic socks,
18 pairs of boot/dress socks,
a whopping 27 socks without a match,
1 pitiful little sock that had been dyed pink in the wash.
30 minutes later, TA-DAAAAA!
Sock drawer, after:
The only problem is... I couldn't figure out what to do with the socks without matches.
I briefly considered my options for how to give these guys a second chance... But my mom talked some sense into me.
I immediately noticed my closet.
My Tupperware cabinet.
My downstairs closet.
Rome wasn't conquered in a day, but I was feeling strong after my sock victory and decided to go head-to-head with the Tupperware, too.
I also cleaned the stovetop, the toaster oven, the microwave, and my shower.
Now I know:
Start by organizing a sock drawer, and you may end up with a sparkling clean house.