As evidenced by he fact that I own a pair of zebra striped, real hair, peep toe pumps, I have a small problem with shoes. And boots. And running shoes. And flip flops. I love them. I don’t know why, can’t explain it, but I love them. So I buy them, and lots of them. Luckily, I’m not super picky about brands. Apparently I’m a quantity over quality gal. Why buy 500 dollar Manolos when I can by like 5 pairs of Jessica Simpson or Skechers for the same price, hmmm? I know the answer, shoe snobs, I’m just too…uh, thrifty to go for the good stuff!. Yeah, so here’s my shoe closet.
And my boot closet (you may remember this from the blog about Hoarding Hoarders. I wonder if it would look better if the shoes were on racks or something.)
If I wore a pair a day, I could probably go for about 4 months and never wear the same pair twice.
So, I realize now that I am passing on my shoe addiction to my children (if it’s the only one, whew! but poor Sloane has no hope. Unless she totally rebels and just wears Toms and Converse her whole life.) The sliver Nike "go-fast" shoes and Woody cowboy boots and Reef flops like daddy's are part of the donation. |
Some days I look at all the shoes and go…well, kid, it’s your college or my retirement. We’ll see!
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