Thursday, February 18, 2010

The Mommie dearest in me.

Today I just feel like throwing out all my shoes. It's not that I hate them, it's just that lately I've been feeling like I don't have the perfect shoes for the outfits I'm putting together. So I settle. Which I kinda hate and that makes me want to throw them all out and start over, even though I know that is stupid on so many levels. I imagine this is how people sometimes feel about their kids. What?

I have threatened to take them to the "bad shoe home" if they don't shape up. I vividly remember the "bad girl home" threat being particularly effective. Especially the time we did a drive by. Perhaps I should take a swing by the goodwill with all my shoes, or better yet, one of those drop boxes where things fall out and are scattered all over the parking lot in desolate disarray. That should put the fear of DSW in them.

On the other hand, maybe I will go and buy one pair of shoes that I will favor in order to create some healthy competition for my attention. I feel obliged to say that my parents did not do this. However, it is something I would do as a parent hence, my knowing better than to have children.

I do have my tax appointment next week and for anyone keeping track that means I will have accomplished one of my resolutions. However, the more important resolution of actually learning about finances has not happened so I fear a repeat of last year's tax/shoe debacle. Why would I buy a pair of shoes that I love above all my other shoes only to have the heartbreak and humiliation of returning them when I find out I owe thousands of dollars to the IRS? It flies too close to masochism in my book. I can't stand the thought of having to crawl back to my old shoes and beg their forgiveness in a dramatic Shakespearianesque downfall through hubris situation.

I guess I better find a way to suck it up and fall in love with my old shoes again.
This sucks.


  1. When you have kids you start dressing them cute because it's much easier. I actually went through Emma's shoes today to get them out for Olivia (more proof that we are telepathically connected). Emma has had more shoes than I have pens and pencils. It's a crime. And it's silly. Because I still have the same shoes from 5 yrs ago.
    I'm totally trying the "bad girl home" threat. This morning I told Emma no tv tonight and she said, "You'll forget by then anyway." She's 5.

  2. Shoes are a difficult one to re-vamp for your changing tastes and fresh needs. Skirts, pants, shirts, sweaters, coats... I can do amazing things with thread and imagination... but shoes... you're pretty much screwed there.