I used to be a shoe-girl. When I lived in Sydney, I had nearly 80 pairs of shoes - in every colour under the sun. in heels of different heights, for every occasion one could think of.
In preparation for my move state-side and in anticipation of the lack of storage, I culled all but a handful. That would have been a devastating time if not for the excitement of moving to New York.
It's been nearly two years since the move and the scarcity of space has since reduced my attachment to most material things. I still love to shop, don't get me wrong, but purchases are thought over for so much longer. Impulse purchases usually result in returns as soon as I've come to my senses. Impulse shoe-shopping though? Can't remember the last time that happened. It just isn't feasible. Since shoes take up more room, I have built a solid but tiny collection of shoes instead, preferring classics to trends, quality over quantity. Even so, I still have no choice but to put some away in kitchen cabinets (such a New York cliche).
Therefore this new flick on the obsession of shoes has me intrigued:
When does one decide that they have enough shoes? Does it stop at 10? 80? 800??
My view is that if you have the means then do as you wish. Judge not, lest ye be judged. There are far worst things to criticise others on than the amount of footwear they own.
To be honest, just because I manifest less of the trait these days, I don't think I ever stopped being a shoe-girl. I'm just waiting to move into a larger apartment!
So tell me, are you into shoes too? Care to divulge how many pairs you own?
(Other interesting links: this NYT article and GodSaveMyShoes.com for information on screenings)