I don’t know how I ended up with so many black socks. They’re one of those things you always think you need, and next thing you know your sock drawer is a sea of balled up blackness. I had twenty four pairs of black socks. I cut that in half, thinking that I may want to go for two weeks without doing laundry and worrying about a black sock deficit, but I may revisit the count later and unload more. I’m sure The Minimalists don’t have twelve black socks between them, but that is why they call themselves The Minimalists and I am a Minimalist Wannabe.