Shoes

It is unfathomable to me that a female might not like shoes as much as I do.  

I don't just like shoes--I love shoes. 

All varieties, colors, and styles. But, I think I love flip flops the most. I call them flip flops now, as opposed to the other name I used to call them. Thongs. I blurted out the word one day while at the mall with a friend. We were discussing just how many pairs we had when right in front of a male sales clerk I said I had a huge bag full of thongs. It wasn't until he turned crimson red that I caught my mistake. So, it's flip flops from now on. But, boy did we have a good laugh. It was one of those doubled over holding our stomachs kind of laugh.

I am in the process of cleaning out my closet. I'm making the change from winter to spring/summer clothes and shoes. Right now I'm in the shoe department. Seriously, right now. I was bagging up some shoes for Goodwill and had to just sit down and start writing. I mean typing. In the top of my closet, have storage boxes full of shoes—I'm not going to disclose how many boxes I have because my husband reads my blog. Let's just say there is more than one. As I make my pile to donate I look longingly at each pair. I remember where I bought them, who I was with and how much joy they brought me. Goodbye worn out old flip flops, I will miss you. You served me well.

I'm trying to organize the shoes that I am going to keep. I need another closet. I know that before the next season is over I will buy more shoes. It's inevitable. There is no sense lying to you or to me. It will happen. My husband does not understand this one aspect of my personality. I think to him it is a flaw. You see, he has a limited amount of shoes. There are the brown ones and the black ones and tennis shoes and old tennis shoes for working in the yard. Actually he has a couple more pairs than that, but it's when I trick him into buying a new pair that his closet grows. Take last night for example. I wanted him to buy a new pair of casual no socks, looks good with shorts or jeans shoes. Believe me that lingo is easy for women to grasp. He tried on a few pairs, settled on one and purchased them. And then proceeded to say all the way home—I can't believe I spent that much money on a pair of casual shoes. If he only knew...

Well, I'm finished. The shoe department is done. I've cleaned, stored and have a bag ready to donate. I've made my peace and said my goodbyes to my shoes. I'll look to the future now—

Hello new shoes, and in the words of Joey Tribbiani

--how you doin'...