I can’t decide what is worse, just talking about our underwear (TMI) or trying to talk as if there is no underwear in our house.
Wait.
Now I know what is worse. *jibblie*
This post is really about socks. Pre-Bat-Bug Disaster, we used to store our socks and ….. underwhere (problem solved) all un-kempt-like in our drawers, and we had gobs and gobs of socks and …… underware all thrown together.
After the bat bugs we threw out most of our belongings, and kept the few clothes that we were using in containers. (Just for the poison-the-bugs portion of the nightmare.) Well, it turns out that I am a die-hard fan of folding things up and making that little tub all neat & tidy.
I call them The Bentos, after the Japanese lunchbox thing.
Last weekend I went so far as to cut up a beverage box to turn into a sock divider.
Hmmmm… is this how OCD begins?