Our sad, single socks used to live out the remainder of their days piled one on top of the other in a basket in the laundry room. They stayed there, lonely and orphaned and never again paired up with their mates. Because I never dug through the basket to find out whether or not their pals were already in there waiting for them.

After years of this, I had an epiphany: I needed a new system.

I thought I might reunite more socks if I could actually see them all at one time. So I hit the wall. I asked Rockford to put two eye hooks in the wall in the laundry room. Then he strung a piece of wire between them. A handful of clothespins later, and The Center for Sock Reunification was born.

Not only has the system helped me reunify several pairs of socks, but it always makes me giggle to see the ever-changing “art installation” on the laundry room wall. And who can’t use a laugh when they’re facing with Mount Washmore?