I have oodles and oodles of shoes. Trouble is, I don't have enough space to store all of them. I pack away the off-season ones, which helps to some degree. I've thought about getting a big tub of sorts to toss all of my flip flops in. But then I'd always be searching for matching pairs, which wastes time. As it is, there are currently about 15 pairs of summer sandals sharing a cubby (I have small feet). My husband came up with a brilliant plan -- reduce the amount of shoes I own and stop buying more. Gasp! Obviously he was speaking out of delirium and complete ignorance of what it means to be female. I forgave him for his naiveté and thanked him for his help (I mean, he really did think he was actually helping!). Things could be worse, and have been. Once upon a time I had to share my closet with hubby. Now he has his own closet and I have the big one, which is the way nature intended. But I still need more room for shoes! Last I looked they haven't stopped making the cute ones, or the snazzy ones, or the to-die-for ones, or the . . .
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