“Give a girl the right shoes, and she can conquer the world.” ~ Marilyn Monroe
One of the girls at my second job is collecting shoes for Soles 4 Souls; this is an amazing organization who collect worn shoes and give them to people in dire need of footwear. People who are literally wearing soda bottles on their feet, so their feet don't get infected from the sores already there.
One of of the co-workers from my full-time job did this as her senior project at Temple University a couple of years ago. This is the first time that I heard of.this organization, so when I knew I could help again I was more then willing, plus it's about the time of year when I pull out my spring/summer footwear anyway.
Yes, I said pull it out, meaning I have to store them away. This year I realized that I may have a problem, a problem my mom pointed out decades ago, but I have NEVER admitted to. I am addicted to footwear. There I said it. I am an addict and my drug of choice is so attainable.
SHOES. They are so justifiable. When you gain weight your shoe size doesn't change, when you lose weight, there are your shoes, still the same size.
Special occasions and new dresses all need that new finishing touch!!
While going though my plethora of footwear, and while I was trying to donate I decided to count my shoes. It couldn't be that bad. My mom, she must've been exaggerating, but she wasn't. I know that she was probably looking down at me counting right along with me. 1, 2....20, 21...50, 51...89, 90...94 pairs of shoes. Oh, and this wasn't including the 13 pair that I am donating to Souls for Souls.
I suppose there could be worse things to be addicted to then accessories. You don't want to even get me started on handbags...
