I have spent most of my “free time” over the last two weeks moving my clothes and shoes over from spring and summer to fall and winter. That’s a big event in the lives of most Northerners, as the change of seasons signals such a dramatic change in temperatures. For now, I have been putting away my light weight summer things, and all things white, and replacing them with wool and corduroy and long-sleeved fleece. In the midst of all that, my son came to the doorway of my room and just stood there and shook his head. There on the bed and the floor were boxes and boxes of shoes….
“Are you channeling Imelda Marcos?” he asked. I replied by rolling my eyes and shooing him out the door. As I turned back and viewed the mound of flip flops, sandals, and pastel high heels, it struck me that, perhaps I did have a little problem here. I sat on the edge of the bed and started to take inventory of my shoes…it was soon apparent to me that perhaps I have used shoes as a way of comforting and placating myself…making myself feel better when I felt sad or lonely. Shoes always give me that little extra bounce in my step, so to speak. Some make me feel athletic, some make me feel playful, some make me feel daring and sexy. I gave away all the ones that made me feel sensible and practical. I don’t want to feel like that any more! Anyway, maybe I should think about shoe therapy. I will have to try to avoid the shoe department at Nordstroms, Saks, and Macy’s. Problem is, they are all on line now. *sigh...
So, now that my closet is all cleaned out, I thought I might share this massive accomplishment with you. If you live somewhere where the climate is relatively the same year round (i.e. San Diego, CA), then you will hardly appreciate this. But my New England friends and others in the northern states are nodding their heads in shared commiseration, as I speak.
I now present to you….my closet…with special emphasis on….my beloved shoes.
And now, I want to share with you some of my favorite objects of desire...
This wasn't easy to do, so there must be some theraputic advantage to exposing my little addiction....ALRIGHT, it isn't so little...but before you judge me...know that I donated 8 pairs of shoes to the Veterans Association. So the next time you see a veteran in four inch stilettos, know that they probably came from me *brushes away a little tear.
Don't let this happen to you!
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