Pelmanism

I feel like I'm in a giant game of pelmanism (pairs to you and me - my grandpa always called it pelmanism) at the moment - there are one half of several pairs of gloves and shoes hanging around, and a whole pile of single socks, all tiny (therefore belonging to the two younger members of the family). I wander around the house spotting one sock/glove/shoe, and then thinking, where did I see the other one?

I know what to do with the socks - if their partner can't be found they find their way into my bag of old and odd socks, to be made into sock creatures. More about that another day.