I Have a Problem.

Here is a peek at a slice of my closet.

Actually, that is a lie. This is not my closet. This is the closet in one of the guest bedrooms. It is my second closet. And it isn’t really a slice. It is more like a sliver.

I’ve lost count of the amount of shoes I own. But I love them so. They all speak a little bit about me.


These ones tell you that I really like to wear a lot of black.



These ones tell you that I’m really short. 5’1″ to be exact. Oh – and I really like to wear black.



These ones tell you that my closet(s) are truly a disaster zone, because I can’t find this one’s other half. Hoarders here I come.



These ones tell you that I really like bright, tacky colors. Oh, and that I’m really short. And that I like to wear bright colors with black.


And all this post really tells you is that one day, I really will be (just like Carrie Bradshaw) the little old lady who lives in her shoe(s).