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I seem to have a shoe fetish lately. I ordered a pair of wrap-up-the-leg flat sandals from Victoria's Secret's clearance catalog that I've had my eye on for a year and a half. I bought three pairs of shoes at various thrift stores today. I've been wanting to hit the thrift stores for quite some time, and I finally took the day to do so today. I feel so very proud of myself because I made four bus transfers in one trip to two stores, almost three had I not restrained myself not to pull the "Get Off" Rope as we passed it. It was a good reminder of the mindset one must have while thrift-store shopping: You can't walk into the store wanting something specific. I had the headache-and-hunger that accompany the hate for shopping until the Rule of Thrift-Store Shopping was remembered. I walked into the first store looking for specific-looking short-sleeved blouses and maybe a vest. After I was done, along with one vest, a really cool sweater and another long-sleeved button-up, I bought:
a pair of "witch shoes", as dear![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
hayley_beth24 puts it quite aptly,
a pair of brown, worn-in, leather shoes that look like something my Grandpa Bob would wear,
and a pointed, woven, reddish-brown pair of flats that are just fun.
Added to the stuff already in the closet:
my Lime-Green loafers that are currently my everyday pair,
my blue sparkly Converses,
my white little-girl sandals,
my knee-high classic-black boots,
my Ukrainian slippers I used to wear to HS so now the bottoms have horrible holes in them (Dad bought them in Ukraine as a gift while on a business trip),
a $2 wooden pair of flip-flops from Old Navy with cool buckles on the tops,
those black strappy heels I got as a hand-me-down from an older girl at church,
the dark-blue criss-cross sandals that need another buckle-hole in them because they're stretching,
a pair of boat shoes with zigzags drawn onto the sides of one shoe,
a pair of black, used-to-be-suede ankle-high boots with this cool wrinkly thing built in that leak when I use them in snow or rain because they're so worn,
normal, Wal-Mart hiking boots,
and these white tennis shoes I bought in the sixth grade (or whenever our first year of PE was that we had to have uniforms) that have since been stained green from mowing wet grass and that still fit.
And the only reason I can list these is because I've got this shoe organizer thing that hangs from the bar in the closet. I keep my shoes down to a minimum by making sure they all fit in the shoe rack. Except for the hiking boots, but only because we're using one as a door stopper. The wind thinks our bedroom door is a toy.
Yeah, I don't know why I list all the shoes I own. Partly for reference (because it's fun to look back), and partly because I think a girl's shoe collection gives some description of who she is. And it's a fun writing exercise.
a pair of "witch shoes", as dear
hayley_beth24 puts it quite aptly, a pair of brown, worn-in, leather shoes that look like something my Grandpa Bob would wear,
and a pointed, woven, reddish-brown pair of flats that are just fun.
Added to the stuff already in the closet:
my Lime-Green loafers that are currently my everyday pair,
my blue sparkly Converses,
my white little-girl sandals,
my knee-high classic-black boots,
my Ukrainian slippers I used to wear to HS so now the bottoms have horrible holes in them (Dad bought them in Ukraine as a gift while on a business trip),
a $2 wooden pair of flip-flops from Old Navy with cool buckles on the tops,
those black strappy heels I got as a hand-me-down from an older girl at church,
the dark-blue criss-cross sandals that need another buckle-hole in them because they're stretching,
a pair of boat shoes with zigzags drawn onto the sides of one shoe,
a pair of black, used-to-be-suede ankle-high boots with this cool wrinkly thing built in that leak when I use them in snow or rain because they're so worn,
normal, Wal-Mart hiking boots,
and these white tennis shoes I bought in the sixth grade (or whenever our first year of PE was that we had to have uniforms) that have since been stained green from mowing wet grass and that still fit.
And the only reason I can list these is because I've got this shoe organizer thing that hangs from the bar in the closet. I keep my shoes down to a minimum by making sure they all fit in the shoe rack. Except for the hiking boots, but only because we're using one as a door stopper. The wind thinks our bedroom door is a toy.
Yeah, I don't know why I list all the shoes I own. Partly for reference (because it's fun to look back), and partly because I think a girl's shoe collection gives some description of who she is. And it's a fun writing exercise.
