It turns out I have a ridiculous number of pairs of shoes. Sneakers, boots, sandals (oh the sandals! so cute and so difficult to wear with pregnant feet), slippers, water shoes, slides, mules, heels. I even have a single shoe, a sentimental souvenir from my favorite shoes ever in the whole world, one of which was discovered disemboweled and glistening when I returned home from work one day. It had been chewed up by the dog, who was going through a shoe snacking phase, in which she chose my favorite, then my second favorite pairs of shoes to munch on.
I am contemplating my shoe collection because I had to move them out of my closet to make way for the workmen in the attic, who could only get to the attic through my closet. I put them in a box – it took a box that used to hold a baby’s playpen to fit them all! I will even count them in a moment, so I can quantify the ridiculousness. What’s even funnier is that I haven’t been able to wear 95% of my shoes since my feet swelled up to Homer Simpson dimensions. I also have not been able to bend over to tie or buckle any shoes for many months.
Now I’m starting to put them away, and I am reminded of Carrie Bradshaw’s fashion whore moment in “Sex and the City” when she realizes she has no savings to speak of, but she has $40,000 worth of shoes. MY shoes are certainly not worth as much, but I have some cash in the bank. So there – score one for Valley Housewife.
Hi Kim,
This is my first chance to peruse your web site and it is so much fun! What a cool way to keep your backeast contingent up to date. Anyone who has ever had children would love this.