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07/15/02 Unsolved Mysteries

My Shoe Thing

Ten years ago -- I remember clearly -- I stood outside the fitting room at Macy's wearing a new blazer. I turned to get an opinion on the matter and found a witch. I know she is witch because her words haunt me to this day:

"Forget the blazer; you should worry about your shoes."

I didn't listen to her because, well, I don't listen to anyone, but her words must have stuck: I have been on a shoe-buying binge ever since. Black shoes, brown shoes, blue shoes, white. Oxford, Skechers, British Knights.

At last count, I owned 62 pairs of shoes and continue to march on Imelda's record. I only have two feet, right? Seven days in a week. 62 pairs ought to cut it.

No way.

Every shoe has its own personality -- nuances in color, temper, feng shui. If I'm feeling auburn sassy, I can't wear shoes that say chestnut bold. I express myself accurately, artistically, and above all, shoefully.

On weekends when normal people are playing softball or watching movies, I'm at The Shoe Pavilion going nuts.

"Oh, these are comfy. Give me two pairs in case one breaks down."

And the shoes pile ever-higher. It would be okay if I could part with some, but I cannot. My hands won't do it. There were those Wallabies that went into, came out of, and returned to style in the time I've owned them. I held them by the fray over the garbage but couldn't let go. What if someone has a Retro party?

My footware fills the closet floor, five shelves, and two Amazing Shoe Organizers. In fact, I recently reached a dilemma: either I purge the shoes that I haven't worn for three presidential terms or I start removing clothes...

I started with my shirts since I only need a few. If I want a shirt to say something novel, I'll just change my shoes. Viola. Five cubic feet of free closet space.

I moved on to the pants and found that one pair of jeans suffices for a simple, low-maintenance guy like myself. I cut two pairs into shorts and sold a third on E-Bay to some poor chap who fell for that "like new" thing.

Because I am down to my last few outfits, I no longer wear clothes at home. I can't risk dirtying them. I'm naked even as I write this. Well, except for my sneakers.

The question is, "How many shoes is enough?" Will I need to build a shoe wing onto my home? Perhaps my shrink can help me detach from the shoes I don't wear anymore. Or the ones I bought but never wore in the first place. I know what will happen: I'll start having those barefoot nightmares again. So it goes.

It is particularly embarrassing because men aren't supposed to have a shoe thing. At least they don't know about my panty problem. Was that out loud?

As it stands, I am going to keep all my shoes because, you know, they're paid for and they already fit and everything. Maybe I'll always be one pair of shoes away from happiness. I guess it could be worse: I could have a closet full of blazers.

 



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