It was a happy, happy day recently in the closet of Mike and Kelsey. Not for Mike, who was cleaning the closet. And not for Kelsey, who was having mini anxiety attacks every time Mike picked up a too small baby something or other and tossed it into a 'give away' pile. (Kelsey took it a bit personally, even though yes this is it and there will not be any more babies.) But it was a happy day nonetheless for Shoe Couples.
Everyone has estranged Sock Couples, thank you Stupid Dryer. But do you have estranged Shoe Couples? I do. It bothers me greatly. It bespeaks a reckless, irresponsible, careless attitude toward shoes that truly I do not have. And yet, I have had several lost shoes. For months. For years. It's been an embarrassment, really. Who can't keep organized at so basic a level that one's shoes remain a happy pair? And the unfortunate answer, is, me.
But recently Mike cleaned the closet and in his wake were two Found "Sole" Mates. (No, not a matched pair, one a stripy pink, and the other a beige slide of luxriously soft leather)
Here, they pose. This was not where they were lost, because that would be dumb.
And, once they were happily reunited, I perched them atop a stool and they posed again, with their respective 'sole mate.'
(Pink Stripey couple? only $5 at Shoe Carnival)
But, as with all Valentine's Days, even the one in March in my closet for shoes... there is the odd one out. Still looking for The One.
One day perhaps the Shoe Cupid will strike again. Until then, I have Sock Couples to match (or at least toss in the general direction of the Sock Basket).
Tanyetta talks here of The Lost Shoe at her house. And? Even better? She tells you how to sign up for a year's worth of free shoes. (Yeah, I entered. Did you even need to wonder?)