taking inventory

I have to expand the description of my problem. It is an extreme affinity for black sweaters. I love them. Also, I've decided it's no longer a problem. Some people smoke crack; I buy black sweaters. I'm sure every man out there who owns ONE basic jacket and ONE pair of black dress shoes wonders what the &^%# point of having TEN different black sweaters and as many pairs of black dress shoes is. I will tell you: The point is happiness. I can tell the difference between my black sweaters, and this is all that matters. While most serve the same purpose (cover up that skimpy top, eh?) each fits differently and some stand alone - such as #1 and #8 on the following list:

1. Button-down henley (half placket). VS.
2. Silk/cashmere cardigan (not as luxe as it sounds after just a couple of Dryel cycles - that's why I have two). VS.
3. Cinnamon Girl cardigan - stretchy, 3/4-sleeve exact replica of beloved college sweater I stupidly left in a bar one night
4. "Featherweight" henley/hoodie hybrid. VS.
5. Crop cardigan - because sometimes a tank top at work seems wrong. VS.
6. Ribbed kangaroo-pocket pullover. VS.
7. Cable-knit mock turtleneck (honestly this one's a little grandma). VS.
8. Sleeveless ribbed turtleneck. VS.
9. Crop 1-button cardigan (part of a twinset). VS.

Going through the closet I realize that while the bulk of my sweaters are black, I also own:

1. Two red sweaters - see #1 and #4 above, but in red. VS.
2. A toffee version of #1 above. VS.
3. A snow-white version of #1 above. VS.
4. A lingonberry (purple) version of #1 above. VS.
5. A shapeless and too-short ivory v-neck. VS.
6. A shapeless and too-short ivory crewneck. VS.
7. A hot pink version of #9 above (awful, absolutely).VS.
8. A purple version of #8 above - school spirit. VS.
9. A gray scoopneck (a gift). American Eagle Outfitters. Christmas '06.
10. A gray true turtleneck (had it since college). Banana Republic.
11. Maroon silk cardigan. Banana Republic. College staple.
12. Gray cardigan. Express, circa 1999.

There might be more. It's late.