Quixotic
There are facts that make you pause. There are facts that make you wonder and change the way you think about things. And then there are facts that turn your world upside down and change your frame of reference for everything. I came face to face with one such fact today.
It was something that I had long suspected but I finally gathered up the courage to face it today. Here it is in all its stark, cold horror :
I own 21 pairs of shoes.
I had to take a deep breath before and after I typed that sentence.
21 pairs. That's one pair more than twenty. That is two tens and another. Painful.
It started with organizing some shoes in the living room. C & I bought bought some new shoes - supposedly for all the hiking and walking we intend to do in NZ and they were lying in the living room along with our daily use shoes. I was putting them away in the coat closet and was appalled by the number of shoes already in there. They seem to be multiplying every time I opened that closet door. So I steeled myself and started counting. Two pairs of home shoes. Three pairs of flip-flops, one of which I use as home slippers in summer. Two pairs of summer sandals. Three pairs of dressy heels, including one that I haven't worn since my wedding. Two pairs of shoes that I can wear with pants - one black, one brown - which I mostly end up wearing with jeans, two pairs of grey everyday sneakers, one pair of violently orange running shoes (that are patiently waiting at my desk at work while I sit around every day collecting pudge), another pair of casual sandals, one pair of hiking shoes that after wearing a couple of times I decided I need something much less painful to do day hikes in, the newly acquired semi hiking Merrell Vibrams that I am pretty excited about, a pair of sturdy winter shoes and a pair of shoes I can wear for lunch with the eskimos in Antarctica. And the pair of tall boots. Phew.
Oh wait! I forgot to count my rain boots that I've worn like 5 times in 3 years.
Twenty two, it is then. Madness, I tell you.
In other news, the locks have been shorn to shoulder length and I am ready and light headed to begin this vacation. Two more days of corporate labor.
And so, still unbelievingly, to bed.
It was something that I had long suspected but I finally gathered up the courage to face it today. Here it is in all its stark, cold horror :
I own 21 pairs of shoes.
I had to take a deep breath before and after I typed that sentence.
21 pairs. That's one pair more than twenty. That is two tens and another. Painful.
It started with organizing some shoes in the living room. C & I bought bought some new shoes - supposedly for all the hiking and walking we intend to do in NZ and they were lying in the living room along with our daily use shoes. I was putting them away in the coat closet and was appalled by the number of shoes already in there. They seem to be multiplying every time I opened that closet door. So I steeled myself and started counting. Two pairs of home shoes. Three pairs of flip-flops, one of which I use as home slippers in summer. Two pairs of summer sandals. Three pairs of dressy heels, including one that I haven't worn since my wedding. Two pairs of shoes that I can wear with pants - one black, one brown - which I mostly end up wearing with jeans, two pairs of grey everyday sneakers, one pair of violently orange running shoes (that are patiently waiting at my desk at work while I sit around every day collecting pudge), another pair of casual sandals, one pair of hiking shoes that after wearing a couple of times I decided I need something much less painful to do day hikes in, the newly acquired semi hiking Merrell Vibrams that I am pretty excited about, a pair of sturdy winter shoes and a pair of shoes I can wear for lunch with the eskimos in Antarctica. And the pair of tall boots. Phew.
Oh wait! I forgot to count my rain boots that I've worn like 5 times in 3 years.
Twenty two, it is then. Madness, I tell you.
In other news, the locks have been shorn to shoulder length and I am ready and light headed to begin this vacation. Two more days of corporate labor.
And so, still unbelievingly, to bed.
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