One thing I didn’t get around to posting about in November was that a few other NaBloPoMo posters, including its founder Mrs. Kennedy, were blogging on a theme of shoes. Every day they’d post a photo of a pair of shoes that they own, and then they’d write an amusing little anecdote about the shoes. It was a cute idea and I read lots of funny and sweet and sad stories about shoes.

What really amazed me, though, is that these people actually own thirty pairs of shoes. I did a quick tally and including all my sport-specific shoes, my bedroom slippers, and the flip=-flops that I shower in at the gym, I only own 14 sets of footwear. Fifteen, if you count the tap shoes I have on loan from , which means a full 1/5 of my shoes are for tap dancing.

I know my wardrobe is kind of in a sorry state right now, but really, is it normal to have so many pairs of shoes? Am I living in the dark ages with my one pair of brown loafers and one pair of black slip-ons that serve the purpose about 90% of the time?

Where the heck do they keep all these shoes? I’m just realizing that if 30 pairs of shoes is the norm, and not, as I imagine, an Imelda Marcos-like deviation from society, then some day I may have 90 pairs of kids’ shoes in my home. NINETY PAIRS OF SHOES. And that’s not including mine and Sir Monkeypants’, which will be at least another 30 pairs, bringing our total to a hundred and twenty. PAIRS OF SHOES.

We better start planning for an addition on the house RIGHT NOW.