One of the things I wanted ... nay, needed ... to do was get my sock drawer under of control.
I've got the top three drawers and Gord has the bottom three. My socks are in the third drawer and were escaping into Gord's drawers below.
Here's the before situation.
First step was to dump them all onto the bed. Morgan has a sock fetish so was there in a flash.
Then I sorted them. Black socks in one pile ...
Non-black socks in another ...
I put together pairs and further sorted ... trouser socks, gym socks, fun colourful socks, etc. You can see how exhausting it was ... even the kitties were pooped!
Tah-da! The socks are once again sorted and drawer closes again.
It turns out I have 80 pairs of socks ... yes, 80! There were 24 pairs of black socks ... I must have some of Gord's mixed in there.
I only had three singles that I couldn't match up.
And the kitties are happy to get the bed to themselves again.