Tonight I showed Sanchia my closet. My dear sweet admirable annoying friend has arrived. She feels like home. I can't believe she's here except she keeps on pinching me so okay, I believe it.
She went through my closet tonight and expressed two things: a desire to clean up and that I should wear these loves today. Sanchia is right, I haven't been all that scientific in my approach to filing away the shoes that I have worn through this shoe odyssey. When she peered into my wardrobes this evening she saw at the front a mass of shoes already worn.
The shoe love yet to be revealed is truly hidden. Hidden beneath a mass of repetition, a mass of gluttony and fun. It's fun but it's also a little awful. These shoes are another example of my shame. When I bought them I was in "acquisition mode". I didn't think about what would happen after I had released them from their shelf prison. I only thought of amassing more. On the one hand that is bad but on the other I now realise that they suit me better than they did when I was in that insane state.
The shoe love yet to be revealed is truly hidden. Hidden beneath a mass of repetition, a mass of gluttony and fun. It's fun but it's also a little awful. These shoes are another example of my shame. When I bought them I was in "acquisition mode". I didn't think about what would happen after I had released them from their shelf prison. I only thought of amassing more. On the one hand that is bad but on the other I now realise that they suit me better than they did when I was in that insane state.
I am so glad I am going through this blog journey. Today I am wearing a pair of shoes that, but for the blog, would have been relegated to nothingness. In contrast, they are making Sanchia think of, and I quote: "the tropics, Jamaican men getting changed, muscular, smooth chested doctors with sweat dripping off them."
Who would have known a pair of shoes could conjure such thoughts? It must be the shell.
xx
