In an attempt to organize my life, I have been trying to straighten up my room today. I made my way to the shoe corner (the corner of my room where I throw my shoes) and noticed there seem to be a lot more there than I remember. I always tell people that I am not a shoe person. Why would you waste money on shoes when you could spend it on clothes? I usually estimate that I only have around three or four pairs of shoes, and that astonishes some.
I was wrong. I am apparently a liar. I apologize.
That is 24 pairs of shoes...and that doesn't even include tennis shoes or my plethora of flip flops (occupational hazard of formerly working at Old Navy.) I am disgusted with myself.
This includes a dreadful pair of shoes I modified today. I got them at a rummage sale a while ago mainly as a joke. I apologize if I offend, but I hate animal print. It makes me vomit. Maybe because I was bit by a zebra as a child? Or maybe because it's simply awful. When I found them today, I knew I couldn't take it a moment longer, and covered the god-awful animal print with a lovely paisley using a fabric strength spray adhesive.
Now I love them! Isn't it wonderful how that worked out?
Song I can't stop listening today as the snow is melting: The Ice is Getting Thinner/Death Cab for Cutie