Sock hoarding: the unsung hero of adulting. A delicate balance between having enough socks to last a lifetime, and not enough to care.
We're not just talking about any old socks. We're talking about the good stuff. The kind that's been hand-knitted with love, or lovingly machine-washed with a side of fabric softener.
But what drives someone to become a sock hoarder? Is it the fear of the Sock Inquisition, where missing socks are taken from you, never to be seen again? Or is it the thrill of the hunt, scouring the depths of the laundry room for that one lone sock that got away?