Reminder to self: Think twice when making cavalier bets after martinis and 2 bottles of wine. The wager developed after a discussion on shoes. I had read an article in O Magazine on storage. A woman had optioned to put her favorite most used 40 pair of shoes in an interesting furniture piece. What was intriguing to me was the inferrence of many many many more shoes than her most utilized 125 pair. That made me think.
Yikes thought I. Most women love luv LOVE shoes and I am no exception. With last year’s move and relaxed life requirements, I stopped buying footwear. Let me repeat that last sentence…I stopped (momentarily) buying shoes!!!!
It wasn’t too difficult. I see shoes that are cute… but where would I wear them and after those intial few weeks of fluttering crush and smugness…well, off to languish on the closet floor. My lifestyle is so simple here in Hilo. So simplified that I have not bought shoes in over a year. Not even slippers! which are ubiquitous here in Hawaii.
Now on to the wager. Picture an ice cold martini (2 garlic stuffed olives thank you), chilled white wine in equally chilled crystal glasses, a fantastic home cooked meal, and another bottle of sexy Zinfandel. After much spirited and animated discussion with equal parts laughter, my husband wagered that I had more than 50 pair of shoes. 50? that’s nothing, we all know ladies who claim to have more than 200. Yes, and some covertly acknowledge slightly more than that (wink wink). With all my clutter cleaning and donating and garage sales-I think that I have 50 or less. I know that I have 50 or less! Thus, the pinky bet.
So here forthwith, I offer a chronicle of my footwear. The bet is to include all shoes including garden clogs, soccer cleats, western boots, Minnetonkas and rubber slippah (of which all locals have at least 5). We shall see if I remain triumphant or humbled.
I present one of my favorite shoes. A deep chocolate suede ankle high boot by Soffit. Comfortable as all get out and the go-to shoe when I want to class my outfit and my height up a notch. I’ve travelled to the mainland. Transported on planes and trains and buses. Hardly a footsie complaint except a smit too tall a heel for city hiking and hurried airport trucking. I’m looking for its twin in red if they exist. So, shoe numbah one.
