Those 10 people have 2 feet, and wear a pair of socks at a time.
Let's assume those 10 people have a minimum of 10 pairs of socks. (That's a low guesstimate, but a nice easy number to work with.)
10 people x 20 socks = 200 socks total (again. . . minimum)
So you can also try to imagine my nightmare trying to launder said socks. Most of the time, I don't know which sock belongs to what person's foot. Owen's and my husband's are about the only distinct socks in the house. However, my teen daughters can tell by the stitch count and thread distortion on their own socks, and have a keen sense of when someone else is wearing their particular species of sock. And then cat-fights then ensue.
I refuse to sort socks any more, or be a party to the above-mentioned sock crimes. My solution?
I don't know why it took me so long to think of this. Every sock in the house goes into this really big basket (that I picked up, new, at the thrift store for $3) and every person is responsible for rooting through the basket for their own socks. It's not my problem any more. And it has worked amazingly well for us for the past 3 months.
And no, my whites are not that white. Need to work on that. Next year. Or not.
Finally, a tote!
The thrift stores have been good to me lately, and I've picked up some of the cutest fabrics I've seen in a long time. Here's my newest tote:
I'm planning to list a new tote every day this week. Tomorrow's tote involves some brown, raspberry and birdies!
Oh, a little update -- we still don't know when or where we're moving. . . . just that we will be. How frustrating!