It turns out the giant laundry bag full of mismatched socks had a lot of mates in it. A lot. And a lot of those I can still use for dolls, but some of them are fairly new and need to be worn—not cut up.

So a-sorting I will go. Well, actually, I have gone. And done.
I only have a few white ones left, like a normal laundry amount.

I’m getting really close to having time for this goal.