Shoes, Glorious Shoes

The blankness of my calendar for today initiated a cleaning frenzy. Every time I do this I realize just how much is left. It’s something of a curse having a lot of storage space.

This round started with my bathroom. I filled a huge bag with shampoos and other beauty products that had been languishing on the shelves and in the drawers. The homeless shelter near our house is always receptive to things like these.

Then I moved on to the linen closet. I got rid of wash cloths that looked more like rags, towels that hadn’t been used for ages, and orphaned pillow cases. It looked so refurbished with all the remaining linens neatly folded and not crammed in.

The real objective of today’s cleaning was the closets in my room. I put together a bag of sweaters that were not worn out in the least but not being worn.

I never had thought of myself as a shoe horse, but my closet might have said otherwise. It was past time to get rid of the shoes that won’t work with my orthotics, the ones that don’t offer enough support, and the ones that are just decades out of style.



I had 6 pairs of Life Stride “Shelas”. You know they are old when the price was 25% off $38 at Woodward & Lothrop. My favorite was the bright red pair that always made me feel like something out of the Wizard of Oz.



The Purple Heart truck is visiting our neighborhood next week. They will think they have hit the mother lode when they get to our house.

I have been unable to elicit any enthusiasm from my husband in cleaning out. It doesn’t concern him in the least that his closets are filled with comparable clothes and shoes that are no longer worn. His comment, “I guess if we moved to a 2-bedroom place we would have to get serious about purging.”

Although someone walking in my front door wouldn’t have a clue as to my day’s work, I feel better that at least 3 areas have been tackled.