I noticed that mom had two shoe caddies hanging over her bathroom door. Each of the two caddies was nearly filled with shoes – so I’m guessing she had at least 20 pair – perhaps 24 with the shoes which had been sent to assisted living with her.
So I put one caddie in Jenna’s room (she doesn’t have twelve pair of shoes, but I believe more than six) and one in my room. I was able to put in three pair. Really? That’s all I have? I don’t think so. I still haven’t come across the other pair however.
And then on Sunday I went to retrieve my Sunday shoes and discovered holes in the bottom of each shoe. Church was about to start. I suppose I could have worn my boots. But I wore the pair with holes in the heal and asked about my mom’s shoes.
I’m actually the only one who would be able to wear them as I am the only one who has smaller feet. So I understand why so many of my mom’s shoes looked like they had never even been worn. They were tight on me. So what the heck was she doing with them?
I think I tried on almost every single pair of shoes. I don’t think I took even half of them. But I did get something for Sunday.
Jenna and I took Highness for a walk last night. My feet got wet beneath my boots. Looks like I may be making a trip to the shoe store anyway.