All you need is.... New Shoes!

Oh dear Sunday, what a wonderful day being had by all in our little home.

The terrors are colouring in Christmas themed printables to the sound of Mariah Carey bashing out 'All I want for Christmas'. I used to LOVE that song, after this morning, this week, ok the last 2 weeks - not so much!

So today, besides the Christmas spirit blaring in the house, I am grateful for Zac generally putting up with my shit... More importantly, putting up with my absolute love and addiction for shoes... Hey, shoes are embedded in my culture - after all, I am half Filo and I am just following in the footsteps of my fellow Filo Imelda Marcos! Peace Babes!

So, this morning the dreaded conversation came up about my shoes! For some unknown reason, my delightful fiancee decided to tell me I have too many shoes... AND, that I don't wear them enough to justify having that many shoes. Having a legal thought process (occupational hazard), I was armed with my defence and believed I was ready for any type of shoe battle that may lie ahead.

In a huff, I was off with smoke steaming out of my ears and off to prove a point... Not sure what type of point I was trying to prove with my next step... But the story must go on. So back to the storming off, I grabbed almost every pair of shoes I own and put them in rows, and then the little loves started to help, and then we were still going... still going... just another ten more minutes... and now we are done... With 70 pairs of shoes, most I haven't worn - but fuck they are pretty. I even found shoes that I thought I gave away to charity... I realised this is probably a battle I am not going to win... Abort! Abort!

So, my defences were down, I was defeated, I had no argument. But, he just smiled, told me I had issues, told me to put them away, took a quick photo and jokingly threated an eBay sale (he has done this a lot - one-time shit got real and I went on a shoe wearing frenzy) and went on his merry way.

Left with just under half my collection to go, I decided to give up, I looked at the shoes and thought to myself - you go, girlfriend, boxing day sales are just around the corner - you can get two for the price of one... Yep, he is right - I do have issues, but at least, they are pretty issues.

And with that, I am so grateful he puts up with my shoe shit, that he loves me completely - baggage and all... In this instance, my baggage is full of shoes!