Faded flowers end up in the compost. Sour milk goes down the drain. And old socks? Well, they normally end up back on our feet. Unless, of course, you have the problem I’m experiencing.
I’ve waged a war on my assortment of socks. And it’s one that I am quickly losing.
Sport socks, dress socks, funny socks, casual socks, you name it and they’re driving me bonkers.