My Secret Sock Stash

So here's a thing I've been doing for years and now it feels like the perfect time to confess. You know how sometimes you just can't get rid of something because it might come in handy someday? Yeah, well that's me with socks. Old comfy ones, mismatched pairs, even some that have lost their mate but are still cozy... they all live under my bed. I've got this whole secret sock stash where if one day I need an extra pair or two, I don't have to go to the store. But every time I look at it, I wonder: is this normal? Should I be more responsible and donate them instead of hoarding them like a squirrel with nuts? What do you think, keep hiding my secret stash or face the sock pile-down? 🧦