Before I had children, as a professional young woman, I loved shoes. Open-toed, high-heeled, strappy, and always keee-ute!
As a stay-at-home-mom, I still love shoes. Especially those fashionable, outfit-making shoes that make me feel like hot stuff when I slip them on. Problem is, I rarely have the occasion to do so, and when I do, my feet hurt. When I was pregnant with Joshua, my arches fell, and my feet are quite a bit flatter than they use to be. So “normal” shoes really hurt my feet, and going barefoot is worse than wearing heels. So, most days you will see me in shoes like this:
Or this:
They’re so comfortable, and I soooo love them. But let’s face it, they’re not that cute. And I do miss the cute ones. ‘Cause I love shoes.
But I also hate shoes.
When you have a family, shoes become clutter. To try and combat this, I have a tub in the corner of my living room, which I have nerdily cleverly dubbed “The Shoe Box”. I know, I’m brilliant. The Shoe Box works great, when people put their shoes in it. Problem: I’m the only “people” that puts my shoes in it. So, I find shoes here:
(in the closed seat of our old school desk)
And here:
And here:
(my shoe is there because Joshua loooves to get my colorful shoes out and play with them. I swear!!)
And here (with perfect accessory, sparkly toy Cinderella phone):
And when I get tired of tripping over them, I return them to their home, here:
Yikes!! Looks like it’s time to get rid of some shoes…but I love shoes…maybe we’ll just get a bigger Shoe Box!
(Hey you know what rhymes with shoes? Reviews! And I just posted a new one over at Reviewin’ It Up! SO go check it out!)
