It would seem as if the Woodsman was not enamored with the large number of shoes we had stored in the baskets below the entry table, and he laid all the shoes in the house out to make a point. Most of those are mine. But to be fair, there were a few of the boys’ shoes not represented, AND many of mine were stored in the garage just outside the door.
Nonetheless, I was tasked with culling the shoes. No small feat (pun intended… besides, I wear an 11. HA!). These are my shoes:
I’m going to argue (successfully) that the slippers are NOT shoes. But subtracting those from the count, I still have 28 pairs there. Now, I’m no Imelda Marcos, but that’s still a lot of shoes. I did manage to chuck 6 pairs, which brings me down to a total of 22 pairs of shoes. There’s a nice variety there, don’t you think? Though I had to toss my black flip flops last year, and I was in need of new ones, so I found a pair of those (plus a “bogo half” pair of pointy-toed kitten-heeled slippers). SSsshhhh, don’t tell the Woodsman!
Though to his credit, there are a lot of shoes in the “immediate use” area, and I’ll be getting some containers to store the shoes I use less often, and perhaps a large container for out of season shoes. The Danskos I love, but I’ll be wearing them much less now that it’s warmer!