I walked into the bedroom closet this morning (yes, I can actually see the floor and walk in) and discovered that Hubby has more shoes than me.
Yes, this is a terrible tragedy.
I must have missed the shoe orgy, hot shoes all over each other, copulating like rabbits on Viagra. Several pairs of "work-out" shoes, numerous "office" shoes, shoes for messy jobs, and various casual shoes were obviously not practicing safe sex.
I noticed a predominant color amongst our collections.
Something must be done quickly to remedy this entire situation.
The first idea that came to mind was to sweetly ask Hubby to trim his collection but then I thought again. There is open space on the floor. I CAN BUY MORE SHOES!
Yes, that's it. This will surely solve the problem.
Does it matter that I don't need them?
I think not.
Doesn't every runner need at least four pairs of running shoes and at least two pairs for other sports like tennis, racquetball, cat juggling, or....er....fencing?
Surely I need some sexy shoes for those fancy events that I rarely attend.
Is it a problem that many of my shoes are brown and are supposed to be cushy instead of sexy?
YES. This is beyond horrible. Not only is this color boring but I'm showing my age, resorting to comfort over fashion. Has the brain fog clouded my middle-age brain hindering its ability for footwear frivolity?
I have a small, narrow foot that fits no shoe. Shoes that feel wonderful in the store morph into a different animal upon their debut in the real world.
I would love to have boots but I'm numb from trying them on, forever hopeful that something will fit. I'm betraying my native Texan status since I don't own a pair of cowboy boots.
I can see that this has come down to a fine whine. My humblest shoepologies. Please help me clear the brain fog by sending me your pretty, colorful shoes, size 6, narrow, or you can just leave me money in the comment box.
Photo credits: Geeky shoes: ReformingGeek, boots:Fran53 on flickr.com, Creative Commons license (see sidebar).