The Great Shoe Disposal Challenge

September 15, 2011 at 7:37 am | Posted in Fashion, Fitness and Beauty | 1 Comment
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well, I'm not as bad as Christina Aguilera

I don’t remember when, but at some point over the past year or so I made a rule for myself. I was not allowed to go shopping unless I got rid of an article of clothing that I didn’t wear anymore.  It’s a rule I should have made for myself regarding shoes too.

In a recent review of my shoe collection, I found that I have over 40 pairs of shoes.  I don’t really know how that happened since I’m really not that into shoes.  But when you realize that you have a pile of shoes by the door, a bunch on a shoe rack, a bunch in a plastic container, and a bunch in a shoe organizer, it’s hard to ignore.  Some of the shoes I have were bought for a specific purpose and were never worn again and a few were bought because I thought they were super cute when in reality they were not comfortable.  The biggest issue I have had with shoes is an extreme level of discomfort, to the point of pain.  But for some reason, I don’t get rid of shoes just because they hurt.  I store them away, forget about the pain and hope that one day I’ll discover them and wear them again.

Some of the shoes I have are ten years old!  What I could wear ten years ago is not equivalent to what I can handle nowadays.  Some of the old shoes are worn out, but I just love them so much it’s hard to let go.

Whatever the case is, I have to stop making excuses.  No, I’m not going to just start randomly throwing out shoes, and since I don’t typically crave shoe shopping, I’m not going to do a trade the way I do with my clothes.  Instead, I’m going to play a different game.  I’m going to pull out all the shoes I don’t wear on a regular basis and challenge myself to wear them.  If I don’t choose them over shoes I regularly wear, they will be disposed of.  If I wear them and am uncomfortable all day, they will be disposed of.  End of story.

So to get started, to get the momentum going, I disposed of two pairs of shoes I know I won’t wear.  One pair were silver strappy heels — I know ladies, so hard to find, how could I possible dispose of them?  You want to know how?  Because I bought them 7 years ago and the last time I attempted to wear them was last summer at a wedding and I didn’t last a half hour.  The second pair were brown strappy heels that I bought for after prom. They were actually comfortable at one point but the last time I tried them on, they were not comfortable — at all.

Next on the list for consideration — Kenneth Cole zebra sandals,white Aldo pointy shoes, and brown and pink Aeropostale sneakers (partially chewed by the dog).  And we’ll go from there.  The only goal I have in mind is to get this shoe pandemonium under control.  How do I think I am, Elle Woods?

And to be clear, when I say “dispose,” all shoes are being donated, unless they are in really terrible shape. It’s much easier to donate shoes and clothes than it is to donate books.  Seriously, what am I going to do with all of these books?  We’ll save that project for another time.
So, anyone going to join me in the Great Shoe Disposal Challenge?

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Size Matters

October 7, 2010 at 7:46 am | Posted in Fashion, Fitness and Beauty | 9 Comments
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some from my collection

 

We all know that women have love affairs with their purses.  They can’t get enough of them.  Purses are like crack, covered in peanut butter, then dipped in chocolate, and then fried to perfection.  You can tell a lot about a woman by her purse, and by the contents of her purse.  I’ve recently found that you can even tell the age range of a woman by one particular aspect of her purse — it’s size.

Now, I want to make this clear. I’m not talking about the clutch she takes for a night out on the town, or her hoe bag that she keeps in the trunk of her car for if she doesn’t plan on going home.  I’m talking about the every day, “I need to carry my life in a bag” purse.  Every girl has one.  You may switch it up a bit, but there is that one purse that gets more lovin’ than others. And of course, there are exceptions to the rule.

I first started carrying a purse regularly when I was in 7th or 8th grade.  At that point, they were small, plastic, square-like things.  What did I really have to carry with me everyday?  Nothing really.  Maybe some lip gloss and a few bucks (this was way before pre-teens had cell phones).  I really carried a purse just to feel more grown up.

As I’ve gotten older, my purse has gotten bigger and more purposeful.  You require more and more things to be with you all day long.  Today, my purse holds my wallet, my change purse, my ipod, my phone, my blackberry (yes, two different things for me), my lip gloss, and my keys.

I have taken my belief to the streets.  Every day on the subway, I examine the purses around me.  I guess the age of the owner of the purse, and then I look to her face for validation (interesting way to make my commute go by, I know).  I can tell if a woman is in her 30s, 40s, or 50s just by the size of her purse.  I haven’t been keeping score, but I bet I have been pretty accurate (it’s not like I can actually go up to these women and ask how old they are. That would be really rude).

I’m currently in the market for a new purse, having worn my other daily purse out (RIP dark pink Dana Buchman).  When I shop for a new purse, I do what every girl does — I try it on.  It has to feel just right and look just right on my arm.   If it looks too big, it’s a goner.  I shop all over the place for purses — Kohl’s, Annie Sez, Aldo, Lord & Taylor, Macy’s, DSW, Nine West.  I saw an ad the other day for Tiffany & Co, now selling purses!  I’ll search the world for just the right purse and the right size (and well, the right price kind of matters).

The brand of a purse may tell you how high or low maintenance a woman is, or how much money she makes.  The color of a purse may tell you that she is adventurous, or conservative.  The detail of a purse may tell you that she’s artistic, classic, gothic, or divalicious.  But it’s the size of the purse that matters when it comes to age.

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