Today I have a visual aid.
This is typical shoe "cacophony" just outside my mudroom. Notice the nice shoe cubbies in the background my hubby made. (Should have made twice as many!) A family of five generates a lot of shoe litter!
But I digress.
There is something in this picture that gives me sweaty palms and tightens my throat with fear.
See those white-ish, softly worn tennis shoes in the foreground?
They scare me.
I was cleaning out the shoe cubbies several weeks ago and uncovered them.
I'd never seen them before. Where did they come from?
Based on the coat of dirt on them and worn look, they had been worn plenty.
I set about locating their owner, but alas, like Cinderella's step-sisters, the shoe didn't fit any family members. I was the Cinderella!
I tried to make an excuse for their existence in my house, like, maybe a friend left them here by mistake. Yeah, and absentmindedly went home in stocking feet? Don't think so.
Panic began to well up in my chest. I investigated further.
They are a brand sold by Walmart. Well, I could have possibly purchased them since I am not above buying shoes at Walmart.
Yet I don't recall ever buying them, much less ever wearing them.
That is why they scare me.
They have since been reluctantly adopted by me as outside shoes. I wear them when I do manual labor, like mowing, gardening, etc. They are sturdy and dirty -- great for digging holes!
But I shudder every time I slide each foot into its gaping mouth and tie the laces.
Because they are a reminder that I think I am slowly
P.S. If anyone is missing a pair of size 8.5 shoes with the likeness above, give me a call!