So I know that for most women out there, shoes are very important. Their closets are filled from floor to ceiling with shoes and it’s never enough. I’ve not ever been one of those women, never understood it, never really thought about shoes. It probably has something to do with having these huge size 9 1/2 feet, so shoe shopping hasn’t always been my favorite thing to do.  If it wasn’t for my wonderful Father all my shoes would probably come from WalMart or Payless. But with many thanks to him, I have a pair of black sandles, brown sandles, and dressy gold sandles for the summer. For the winter I have a pair of brown slip on shoes, I guess you would call them clogs, but they’re so much nicer looking than they sound. I still have a pair of lace up black boots that I purchased from a real shoe store probably 9 or 10 years ago, and a couple of pairs of dress shoes just in case I need them.

Admittedly I also have some of my dressy shoes from when I worked in an office and had to wear nice clothes all the time. They are tucked away in the corner of my closet collecting dust. I should probaby bite the bullet and send them to Good Will, but I keep thinking I just might need them again some day. Which is crazy because I think I’ve given away most of the outfits that they matched.

Anyway, all this to say that my perspective on shoes has changed just a little bit. For the last couple of years Zale has “hinted” about me having a pair of nice looking boots with a bit of a heal. I’ve always shied away from that because he and I are the same height and I thought I might feel weird towering over him. But, I finally relented and with coupons, store credits, and a half off sale, he and I fould me a pair of black boots with about a three inch heal while we were Christmas shopping.

After learning how to walk in heals again, without falling on my face, I began to like them. I’ve gotten many compliments and I have to admit, I feel pretty good when I wear them. But what’s even more surprising is that it’s made me notice shoes more. Something I never really paid attention to before. For example, I was just reading another blog where I noticed some cute snow boots in a picture they posted. I never would have noticed that before, and I sure wouldn’t have ever stopped at the picture long enough to decide that I thought they were cute!

So maybe I will donate those old shoes to Good Will or our local Hope Center. I’m sure someone out there could get better use of them than my closet does! And who knows, I might just  find another pair or two to go in their place. But just one or two, I refuse to get carried away!