my feet hurt. damn strappy shoes. someday when my feet are ruined i will be able to say...at least i looked pretty. men have it so easy. they really have no idea the personal hell we go through to look the way we do. which by the way is usually fabulous.
i have been "attempting" to clean and organize my closet for weeks. keep in mind attempt and results are never the same. i have too many shoes and absolutely no organization to them. they lie in a pile at the bottom of my closet. utterly unefficient. the problem with this system (or the lack thereof) is that some of my most treasured shoes lay unloved for months when i could be wearing them. equal shoe opportunities--not found here.
moving past the shoes. why is it so hard to let items of clothing go? i treat them like old friends. we have shared memories as such. so they stay. they clutter things up making it nearly impossible to find my new purchases. yet again, they stay.
perhaps now that this is in print i will do something. maybe, just maybe... a glass of wine and an episode of the OC will coax me into staying in and getting started.
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