Oh no, pretty momma, what you gonna do in those shoes.
Cinderella started it!
I know! I know!
I have an obsession with shoes. I’m sure it’s because shoes always fit no matter what, unlike my clothes that go up and down with every size in between.
I’m pretty sure it’s a psychological issue from my childhood (no blame to my wonderful single mother); however, how many black pairs of shoes does one person need? or white? or yellow? or red? Or heels? Sandals? Pumps?
Shoes in apartment in Reston, Virginia
Shoes in house in Dallas
This doesn’t even count my winter boots.
I read the The Life-Changing Magic of Tidying Up: The Japanese Art of Decluttering and Organizing about the Kon Mari method. And, I’ve looked at every single pair of shoes I own, held them in my hands, and I can truly say that they all spark joy.