Technically though, it's the second. The first sign started on Friday afternoon when it Was Time. Time to Clean. This apartment was in serious need of some tidying. The more I tidied, the more focused I became on cleaning the closet. So, taking a page from Eileen's closet, I grabbed a hammer and nails and locked myself in the clutter haven.
I have ten pair of flip flops.
Four pair of tennis shoes.
Will has three.
I have four pair of boots.
Will has one (shown here).
These are my favorite boots, now hanging smugly at an angle.
And 6 hats. All mine.
Hammer. Nails. Those suckers are really, quite, handy.
Now, every pair has a home, all are off the ground. Purses are in marked boxes, wrapped in their dust jackets. Pashminas are tucked in a separate, tagged, box. T-Shirts and scrubs are in cubbies.
Technically, there are 45 size 7 shoes in our tiny closet. (A few more in hiding under my bed) Let's ponder this little factoid for a moment... forty-five. That is more teeth in your mouth, letters in the alphabet, and diet cokes in a case. If I had a dollar for every shoe I owned, I could buy lunch for 6 at Chick-Fil-A and still have money for Target. If I had not purchased 45 pair of shoes... averaging $50/pair. Considering that flip flops are about $30 each, VanElis are closer to $100, and Steve Maddens are about $80. Tennis shoes are about $120 (amazing that I spend more on tennies than anything else). So, averaging $50/pair... I would have enough for one month's rent, plus change.
But, let's not go there. Forty five pair. It's enough. For now.
Gone are the days when I used to buy one brown pair of heels, one black pair of heels, one pair of flip flops, and a pair of tennis shoes. Long gone.