Shoeless Joe

My hubby had a brilliant idea.  He suggested that I keep a few pairs of shoes at the office so I wouldn't have to lug them back and forth on my daily commute.  At first, the idea sent me into a panic.  After all, say I needed the perfect pair of pumps one weekend and I discovered the exact ones I wanted to wear were holed up in a filing cabinet in my office.  How does one recover from such a shoe crisis?  But as I thought about the idea, I began to warm up to it.

I started slowly.  The first pair of shoes I left at work was a basic black pump.  I had two pair that were very similar so it was an easy choice to keep one at the office.  Then came the navy pumps.  I don't ever recall wearing them outside of work so they too have found a place in the file cabinet.  Most recently, I've added  my brown boots to my office collection.  This was a bold move.  I don't have a good substitute for them at home but I really hated toting them back and forth on the train because they take up so much room in my bag.  And wearing them instead of my sneakers as I run to catch the train really isn't an option either because of their three inch heels.  (Running in heels is not a skill I've mastered, nor want to.)  So, they too have earned a place in my office.

And frankly, with each pair of shoes that gets added to my office collection, I've noticed a corresponding decrease in my anxiety level over not having the perfect pump to wear. . . or maybe that's just the jubilation I feel because my load has gotten lighter.  Now, I spend my time marveling at how smart I am for marrying such a brilliant man.