I’m not sure I have ever written about shoes before, so this week seemed to be a good fit to do so.
At the Peterson household we have had more than a few discussions about the number of shoes that take up space in the house when they’re not where they belong — on our feet.
I won’t get into the number of shoes Mary currently has in her inventory. If I did, that would result in one of those shoes planted squarely where the sun don’t shine, if you get my drift.
I don’t necessarily have seasonal shoes like Mary does; I have shoes that serve purposes.
In my shoe inventory I have two pairs of dress shoes, one black and the other brown.
In the casual shoe department I may have gotten a little carried away, because the casual shoe count may hover around seven different pairs. To my defense, most of them get worn at least once a week.
Under the umbrella of athletic shoes, I currently have three pairs that follow an inventory rotation protocol. The oldest and most worn pair fills the role of lawn mowing and outside work shoe. The middle age pair carries most of the workload as walking, bike riding and errand running shoes. The newest pair serves two roles — sitting on the shelf waiting its turn to enter the rotation and occasionally filling in as a casual shoe.
I have two different pairs of winter boots. Again, as I have to keep reminding Mary, they both serve different purposes and of course are necessary.
Without a doubt, the shoes that cause the most, let’s say, vigorous discussions in our home are the number of my hunting boots.
I used to do a lot of waterfowl hunting back in the day, so I have a pair of hip boots and a pair of chest waders that haven’t seen the light of day in nearly 20 years. The number of actual hunting boots comes in at five.
So, you’re probably asking yourself, why would I write about my shoes and boots? The answer is simple: I didn’t think you wanted to read about my 57 pairs of socks.