I’ve been asking my husband since March to bring down my summer shoes. I had a limited number in my shoe closet but since the weather is so nice, I needed more. Now it’s May and I still have my winter shoes piled up in the corner of my guest bedroom waiting to retire to the attic and a full closet of summer shoes already at home and a lot more hibernating and dying to take up residence in the infamous shoe closet.
Today I decided that I would venture into the hot, dusty, cluttered attic and rescue my fair weather footwear. The tubs of shoes are way too heavy so I have to throw them down the ladder and scare the fur off my cats. One by one I threw another shoe to the floor. I emptied 2 shoe bags and a few Rubbermaid tubs and there are still more shoes tucked away.
I closed up the attic and looked at the floor in the office and was absolutely disgusted by what I saw. The pile of shoes that generated (if I had the $$ for them) could feed a small country. I was appalled by the sheer number of kicks I actually have.
I can’t imagine how much I have actually spent on shoes, though I know the number would make me seriously ill. If only I have all that cash that I spent, but then I wouldn’t be so fashionable and so happy.
I almost went to MJM today after work, using the excuse that I had to go to Petsmart. Well, I opted to go to the pet store in my town and managed to avoid the shoe paradise completely, though I was tempted by the Nine West outlet nearby. Again I thwarted my overwhelming urge to shop for shoes.
The urge doesn’t stop there. When I’m home and online, it’s torture not to pick up a pair or two at Zappos or Heels.com, but I need to at least try. My addiction is getting the better of me and definitely getting the better of my closet space.