...and then there were SHOES!

Like many women in their 30s - I have issues.  My god, who doesn't?  Life = issues.  However, in my case, what I really have are 'is-shoes".  Yes, against my husband's better judgment, I am OBSESSED with shoes.  It is a problem, I know, but isn't admitting that you have a problem one of the 12 steps?

There used to be a rule in our house (well, I actually think it still exists, but I kinda of ignore it sometimes), that if you bought a new pair of shoes - an old pair would need to go.  The idea that there would always be room and shoes would not pile up.  Great idea in theory, however, how do you choose?  How do you point to one pair of oldies but goodies and tell it that it can now be relieved of it's "shoey" duty and move on to it's next mission at the Goodwill or to a co-worker with the same size feet (who also seems to have same impeccable taste)?

One day, after being told numerous times that it was time to purge a pair or four, it came to me. The reason I was having such a hard time getting rid of shoes was that shoes = memories.
- My first real paycheck
- When my husband proposed
- A trip

The list goes on and on.  Though I have donated many pairs to Goodwill, said co-worker and I believe some nieces as well, I thought it could be kinda of fun to reminisce about my life though the "soles" of my many pairs of shoes.