
Image by John Bonath
No, readers, I am not referring to some sicko guy who gets kicks over seeing a lady in some sexy heels. Unfortunately, the sicko to which I am referring to is myself!
“Hi. My name is Miss Scarlett and I am a shoe addict.” I don’t know when this problem began. I’ve always liked shoes because no matter how much weight you gain or lose, your shoes will pretty much always fit. Especially since I’ve always been on the verge of plus-size and hard to find clothes that fit well. A good pair of shoes could pretty much make or break an outfit.
Well, I was doing some spring cleaning this week. I’d already donated 6 evening dresses to a local dress drive to help young girls have a beautiful prom dress. Why I have so many fancy dresses, I don’t know. It’s not like I’m some A-list celebrity gliding down the red carpet every other night! I’d also donated a car load full of clothes to my local women’s shelter and still have more. Well, I decided to tackle the shoes this week. That was an adventure!
I decided not to start in my closet, since those were shoes I (probably) wear most often. I began in one of the giant Rubbermaid bins sitting in my office/closet. I immediately pull out two pairs of penny loafers, one black, one brown. I put them in the “donate” bag. Why? Because I have at least one more pair in black, 2 in brown, and another pair in tan. Plus, I’m not really the penny loafer type. (See my post “Savvy Saving Shopping Secrets” and the part on sticking with your style.) I keep digging. I find one– yes, just ONE– brown slip on shoe. It’s mate has been missing for at least a year and a half, since before my last move. I don’t know where the heck it went. I put that Cinderella shoe on the shelf, hoping to find its mate somewhere else. Back to digging. I find ANOTHER mateless shoe. This one a black slightly raised sandal with a funky cut-out. Not a sexy shoe, but comfortable without being granny-like. I was so ecstatic! Why? Because its mate was all alone in my bedroom closet and I feared I’d never find it’s match again. How one loses just ONE shoe? I don’t know. It’s not like losing a sock in the dryer. Shoes are either on your feet in pairs, or they’re in the closet, or by the couch, or in your gym bag IN PAIRS! Whatevs!
I keep digging. I find a pair of tan pumps with a bow going across the toes. Now these are different from my OTHER pair of tan pumps with a bow across the toes because… Um… Well… Let me think… Ooh! I got it! On this pair, the bow is tied in an over-under manner. On the other pair it’s under-over. Are you buying it? Alright. I’ll donate them to a very good charity– My shoe-challenged big sister. I don’t know HOW we’re related, but we share the same DNA!
I keep digging. Just how big IS this bin! I find some metallic bronze pumps. Keep. Hey! They’re basic, neutral and simple, but add that special zing to an outfit.
I keep digging. Think I may need to rent a backhoe. I come across my Christian LeBootays. I call them that because they’re fake Louboutins. Have the red sole and all. They’re black, platform & peep-toe. And they’re actually comfortable! I just want to kick myself right now! For months, I’d been scouring stores, searching for the perfect basic black platform pump, and here it was for the past year. Just sitting in this big ole bin! Ok, so I was looking for closed toe, but spring is here (somewhere) and these will easily take me through to the fall when I can resume my search again.
Finally, I reach the bottom of the bin. I am exhausted, but feel extremely proud. I look over and see four pairs of shoes which will go to a needy woman who wears a size 8 1/2. Then I turn my head to the other side and see the pile of shoes that have saved me from having to go out and buy more shoes. Then I look at the pile in front of me. This pile is of footwear that I have no idea what to do with! They’re still in good shape. Still comfortable. Still somewhat stylish. But I have nowhere to wear them or nothing to wear them with. Do I hold on to them for another year and hope I get to wear them, just donate them or give them to my fashionably challenged sister? I rule out the latter because these precious shoes do not deserve to be mistreated like that.
So readers, I am trying to curb my shoe fetish. It’s hard though. I still have a pair of yellow faux croc shoes sitting in their box. Never worn. I bought them as a birthday present to myself last year. Also have another pair I bought for my birthday THIS year. Purple platform peep-toe slingbacks with a hint of faux snakeskin trim. So very sexy! But alas, have not yet been worn! I need to go somewhere soon where I can wear them! I doubt I’ll be able to wear them three years from now!
In my quest to curing myself of this disease, I reached out to my friends on Facebook. “(Miss Scarlett) is finally admitting she is a shoe addict” I entered as my status update. Rather than sending me links to S.A. (Shoe-aholics Anonymous), or the name of a good psychiatrist, one of my old college friends (you know, I graduated just two years ago), sent me a link to a new and fabulous shoe shopping site that I had not seen before. Such an enabler! Oh well! If you can’t beat ’em, join ’em!