I think...

I think I have a problem.

It's pretty bad, and it's time I came clean about it, but there's a bit of back story here to explain how I came to this conclusion.

There's a plan, for this weekend, to go swimming. In a real, live pool. Now I haven't been to any kind of aquatic venue in about a year, so I was a little hesitant, but thought I'd pull out the bathing suit to see how bad it is and then go from there.*

I can't find it. It's not in the drawer I thought it was in.

My room is usually in some state of chaos around an island of calm, so I don't mind. I went digging.

I kept finding empty drawers.

Odd, and slightly disturbing. Was my entire wardrobe in laundry baskets and in the closet? Had I really run out of folded clothing?

And then I found it.

The thing that made me realize I have a hoarding problem.

Two drawers.

Full.

To the brim.

Of socks and underclothes.

All mine.

And I knew, with mounting horror, that I had just put on an entire load of the same.

Again, all mine.

....

I think hoarding yarn and fibrey things is probably better and it's time for a serious closet culling.

Oh, and dear? I'm sorry I said I didn't believe you when you pointed this oddity out oh so many years ago. I was wrong. I see that now.




*It's bad. The bathing suit is so out of style and antiquated. How am I supposed to look sexy in something that out of date? Heaven forfend. I'll have to get another one that can actually do some justice to my size sexy self.