Some people like to collect stamps, others handbags. Me? I l-o-v-e shoes. My unhealthy obsession and unrequited love with the shoe goddess has been nurtured by my mother's since early infancy. While some children wore plain canvas Keds in the playground, I got to wear colourful light up cartoon embellished sneakers that made noises as you walked. (Note: my folks endured those noisey shoes for the sake of easily locating me when I wonder off.)
Now at twenty-one and three-quarters, I have over four pairs of 'fancy' rainboots, six pairs of boots from this winter, numerous pairs of ankle boots slash heels, an overwhelming amount of platform heels, and a pile of sandals, sneakers, flats, etc that I can no longer remember. I admit it. I have a shoe addiction. So what?
What is that my shoe-case (aka. a bookcase converted for the greater good of holding my precious shoes) can no longer hold all my shoes. I am now staring at an overwhelming pile of shoes in my hallway trying to find a home somewhere in my closet. Only recently purged a trash bag worth of shoes in the summer, but needless to say my quick trips to London, Japan, and Hong Kong has made up for the lost pairs.
How do you stop yourself from adopting more shoes? How do you find them nice cozy homes in your already too full closet?
Shoe Obsessions
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