Jeremy and I are organizing the house for packout today. We've organized the master bedroom and are now taking a short break. The hardest part, once again, was sorting my shoes. Jeremy, ever the helpful spouse, tried to encourage me to add more pairs to the giveaway pile. He asked "Are they comfortable?" and "When was the last time you wore them?" Both of which are valid questions to apply to clothing in general ... but not shoes. Shoes have their own set of rules that most men just don't understand.
Yes, I have at least a dozen pairs that I have not worn in the last year (although, really, my feet were too pregnancy-bloated during most of that time to fit into any of them). But how can I get rid of that pair of horribly uncomfortable 3.5" fuschia satin D'Orsay pumps when I know how terrific they look with a pair of dark jeans OR a strapless satin gown? And it's entirely possible, isn't it, that in the next few years, I will buy a summer dress that goes perfectly with my sort-of-retro blue-white-and-tan strappy sandals. And then I won't need to buy a new pair of shoes to go with it.
It's true that only four pairs of shoes went into the giveaway bag this time around. But it's also true that I have only bought two pairs of shoes in the last 12 months. So we're actually operating on a shoe deficit and, by rights, I am really owed two pairs. At least. Hear that, honey?