It's time for some silly wisdom, and a confession. I love shoes. Not the Sex and the City variety Jimmy Choo’s – too pricey! I’m a Designer Shoe Warehouse kinda gal. Hubby doesn’t get it. Why on earth would one person need so many pairs? It’s simple, really. Shoes fit – even when my skinny jeans don’t. And while they don’t always make my feet happy, the perfect heels matched with the right dress makes any temporary foot discomfort bearable. Any shoe worshiper understands this love-hate relationship. Everyone else may as well stop reading further.
Hubby has called me Imelda for years – a reference to the former Philippines First Lady, Imelda Marcos, whose 3000 pairs of footwear is worthy of a museum! While my collection is nowhere near Imelda’s, I must confess that I can’t travel without a variety of footwear for every conceivable activity and outing. Hubby, however, packs the simple trinity – Tennis/Sandal/Golf shoes. His closet shoe racks easily contain his brown-and-black/dress-and-casual collection. My shoe wardrobe runneth over, even though I have pledged to say goodbye to one old pair for every new addition to the collection. My dilemma lately has been my lack of opportunity to don an adorable mule or strappy sandal – I work from home in my sweats!
In super adulthood, the conventional wisdom of footwear is to be sensible – this is one rule that I refuse to follow. I am going to make room in my closet for fabulous shoes of all colors and styles. Out with the business shoes, in with the party pumps! The shoes of my 60’s are going to be sensational!
Great-niece has the right idea! |
LOL - love it!!!
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