I love shoes. It’s just that simple. My love affair with footwear has been longstanding and will continue through eternity. That’s right, you can be sure that my shoes will match my halo in Heaven—it just wouldn’t be Heaven otherwise. I’m thinking a pair of gladiator sandals might be appropriate, but kitten heels could also go great with streets of gold.
The other day I discovered a problem, though. Like all great relationships, my shoes and I do occasionally have problems, but we work through them—usually with a few blisters on my part. This time, however, it turns out that I simply have too many shoes. I never thought I would say that.
Allow me to clarify: it’s more that I don’t have enough space for all my shoes, than I have too many. You can never have too many shoes. If I had more money, I would have more shoes. I realize that some of you (especially males) may not understand, but the relationship between a woman and her shoes is sacred.
My shoes are always there for me, waiting to help me complete an outfit. They love giving me the confidence to stand tall and face the world with the knowledge that not only am I fully supported, but I also look great. In recognition of all the hard work they do for me, I set out to find a new home for my beloved shoes.