Can't Find My Socks

Clearly, I am a hoarder when it comes to socks. I made the mistake of complaining that I couldn't find my sports socks this morning, which prompted Cynthia's exposure shown here. In case you can't read the note, it says 46 pairs!*

With some gentle urging, I was able to reduce the herd by 50%.

I think I'll ask her to help me cull my wood scraps.

*Edit: I found two more pairs tucked inside the shoes I took to Portland -- the socks I was looking for that started this traumatic experience!