I can’t seem to keep the local shoe population under control. New ones are appearing faster than the old ones are driven to the farm where old shoes go to run free in big open fields.
I live in what is now the most expensive city in Canada. Translation: I live in a very
small compact house box in the sky. One that does not have room to accommodate the population boom.
Six months ago I pruned my shoe collection. I got it down to 17. A few pairs were donated, three* pairs were banished to the storage locker (a transition zone to test whether I want to give them away or wear them some more), and three* brand new pairs that don’t fit are resting in their original boxes under my bed (size 8, never worn, any offers??). The remaining pairs are multiplying like wet gremlins.
For those who appreciate photo proof, the running shoes currently stuffed in my foyer closet (no, I did not drag them from the closet just to take this picture, I was cleaning the closet and thought, “hey, good bloggers take pictures of crap like this”, so I took a picture):
*For those counting, that’s an embarrassing 22** pairs of running shoes in my home. 5 more than when I counted 6 months ago. I really don’t even know how it happened. I don’t even remember buying more shoes.
My goal before the official start of spring is to run down two of pairs of shoes, sell the three unwanted brand new pairs of shoes (seriously, make me an offer!), and donate all the extra pairs lurking in storage containers. I was going to make a goal of no new shoes in 2012, but I won a gift card in a race and I need to use to before June, and not using it would be like throwing money away, so those will be my only new pair of shoes in 2012.
**These are just my shoes. Husband probably has just as many (he is also not rich or extravagant and he is also the lucky recipient of free/deeply discounted gear every now and then).
Title: Gloria Estefan and Miami Sound Machine – 1-2-3. 1988.