We collect them as if they were trophies for our feet. Trophies we can purchase, that is.
When my mom and I would pack up my room at the end of each year of college, she would inevitably ponder my shoe collection. My 23 pairs earned me the title of the "Imelda Marcos" in the family. In case you're not familiar with Ms. Marcos, she was married to the leader of the Philippines in the 1980s and amassed a collection of 2,700 designer shoes while the people of her nation starved. Behold, a small portion of her collection:
Honestly, the broken bone was probably a gift. I have a standing desk at work now so I spend most of the day in dansko clogs. I rarely put any kind of dress shoe on anymore. My shoe addiction is cured. Do I need the dozens of shoes I own?
Do I even know how many shoes I own? No. Do I even know what compelled me to collect dozens of shoes? No...
I'm going to leave the question of why women are addicted to shoes for another post, in part because I'd really like to hear your thoughts. If you've ever collected shoes or coveted the Sex and the City shoe closet (TM), why did you do it?
For anyone who is a former shoe addict, pair-ing down the collection (sorry) is a bit traumatic. So start with one. One step at a time you can walk around the world. Or empty your closet.
Items 64: One pair of 3.5" heels.
Cost: $99. Purchased in grad school after I landed my first professional job. I've worn them exactly four times since. Was I insane? That was 10% of my monthly income back then!
Fate: The local consignment shop.
Amount of money I wasted on junk I never should've bought: $387. *sobs*