– Opinion –
By midnight tonight we will have officially been inmates for four whole weeks – but it feels a bit more like a hundred and four plus some more! Some days we really do need to get a participation trophy for making it through the day!
Yesterday I decided to push the boat out a little, so instead of wearing slops like normal, I went the extra mile and put on a pair of pretty, strappy sandals. No, no – not ones with heels; that would have been going a bit TOO far methinks and my family would probably have called the men in little white coats to come and take me away!
Not that I have needed to wear the same pair of slops though – I discovered when cleaning my shoe wardrobe the other day that I am the proud owner of eight pairs of the little blessings! Yip – eight! That’s one for each day of the week plus one for “in case”! Now you might ask why on God’s green earth, any person of a reasonably sound mind would require eight pairs of slops and probably have visions of me sitting in a shoe store saying to a very bewildered saleslady: “Yes, you did hear correctly – eight pairs in a Size 6 please.” But it isn’t like that at all. Some of these pairs are at least 10 to 15 years old, and I have an emotional attachment to each and every pair. I try very hard when it comes to shoe cleanout time to be very ruthless, but I am not sure I even know how to spell the word, because somehow the little blessings seem to find their way back into my cupboard and promise profusely to be good so that I won’t send them away again. (I think the word “hoarder” is extremely harsh so I would rather just say that there is a small possibility that I have separation anxiety issues!)
My slippers, on the other hand, have let me down hugely. I got them on Mother’s Day last year and it’s going to be a bit of a push to make them last through to Mother’s Day this year. After that I will have no problem with ceremoniously dumping them. Not only did the one develop a hole that my baby toe pokes through, but the heel part on the other one has collapsed, so I am starting to look a bit like a prostitute with one heel missing when I walk in them.
What was exciting though was finding a pair of brand new boots that I bought on sale at the end of last winter at a ridiculously cheap price and had totally forgotten about. It was almost as exciting as finding a bottle of wine stashed away somewhere. No wait, forget that – NOTHING is as exciting as finding a forgotten bottle of wine! The struggle is real I tell you!
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