So SHOE ME!

On my iPod: Do You Think I’m Sexy by Paris Hilton

I recently realized that I am addicted to shoes. I was cleaning my place the other day and I decided to count the pairs of shoes that I owned and guess how many pairs I have? Fifty. No joke. Fifty pairs. One hundred pieces of shoes.

I was talking to my guy best friend a while ago and he said that I needed help. I know he was kidding, so I just told him: “It’s a girl thing.” Which got me to thinking: What is it with women and shoes?

My eyes were first opened to shoes at the age of 5, when I saw my grandmum’s shoe closet. It was like heaven to me, imagine, floor to ceiling closet full of shoes a’la In Her Shoes. Right then and there I promised to myself that when I grow up, I’m gonna have a closet just like that. Hence, 18 years and fifty pairs of shoes later, I now have a problem. No wonder my place always looks cluttered.

I was talking to my mum a week ago and she suggested that I move to a bigger place that has a spare room that I can dedicate to my shoes. As tempting as it sounds, I quickly pointed to her that is no way I could afford a bigger place.

But recently, I got inspired and I thought of a solution to my shoe problem. Since Christmas is around the corner, I would… (drumroll please) donate all the shoes that I haven’t worn in 6 months to those who will need it most. I think it would be a rewarding (but hard) experience for me (since I have grown attached to my collection). But hey, it would be so much cheaper than seeing a shrink.

P.S. – Shortly after I wrote this, I went to the mall and saw a big bold sign that read: SHOE SALE… and I ended up buying three pairs. Goes to show that there is indeed an Imelda in all of us.