Shoe sharanam

So, coming back to this very controversial topic, I am invariably either trying to find more people with similar interests(ahem, THIS is NOT an obsession, puhlease!) or I am handed wall hangings, desktop accessories, figurines, magnets, EVEN address labels that read "One can never have too many friends, or shoes!" or "She who dies with the most shoes, wins!". Alright people, I get the message.

The horror stricken look on one of my friend's face when she eyed a large sized box labelled "SHOES" during my recent move, was worth capturing. She had one question to ask, "Altoid, please tell me that large box is NOT really full of shoes??????". A very calm "Yes" in response was enough to silence her for the next few hours as she tried very hard to digest and swallow the fact. I could almost hear her stomach working overtime. Another one landed a few hours before the movers arrived to take pictures of the said box as proof(I dont know for what!, I can certainly vouch for the fact that she neither works for the IRS nor the Government).
Thank you Lord, for such wonderful friends!

So here's a recent piece on the Washington Post where I feel a kind of sisterhood with Tina Alster when she says "It's frivolous, I know, but I love my wall of shoes. The individual cubbies are like a Bauhaus still life -- filled with special treasures". Way to go! YES! NOW I have something to work upon....a WALL of shoes.

Right now its a door of shoes- an over-the-door shoe organizer(ahem WE shall not mention the number of pairs this said shoe organizer can/will/does hold, we dont believe in being ostentatious!). My mother found it amusing and horrified in equal parts at the crude display of material indulgence from her progeny. At some level I guess she was trying to figure out the zen behind how she managed to produce such a strain of weirdness in her offspring.

Ah well, she'll survive, and as for me, all I want to say is "May the tribe increase!"