I like the most the light blue ones on the right - they make me think of one of the 1001 Arabian nights - and the ones with Gaugain's paintings on them... I guess the problem is the need for more shoes. :-)
What is the problem? They wont fit on your poor swollen foot?
I would like some please. What? You wont just give them away? How about sending them on little trips? Don't you think they would enjoy some globe trotting. Certainly with so many in rotation, some must spend time just sitting under the wardrobe hoping for a day out. Maybe one or two would like to go to the states?
Oh darn, just realized I can't offer them anything exciting to see, or do. My life will soon be, dropping son off at school, grocery shopping, house work, blogging, attempts at writing. Bet life is more exciting for them under your wardrobe. The ones that go out can tell the others stories, and they all can peek out and spy on your household. Besides none of my shoes are so pretty, and I wont have my shoes feeling inferior.
The problem is, Taff, that I am running out of places to keep them. The 'underwardrobe-oh-good- he-won't-look-there-place' is full and let's not go into the winter shoe problem. Me boots are hiding in the attic!
My shoes are really very nice and would not dream of intentionally giving yours an inferiority complex. They always welcome a new member of the club and are very kind to my feet (except those mean black pointy ones, who lie).
Two are already out on wedding and funeral duty, Cailleach and I've just remembered that shoe thief Demanda has a very dear pair of heels that she was trying to impress a new boss with.
And if either of you are trying to insinuate that I neglect some of my shoes, well. you may well be right. Am I cruel? Maybe I will end up in shoe prison.
I've just finished admiring four new pairs here, out of the blue, and I'm freshly struck by the mystery of it all. It seems that new ones--nice as they are--only point up the virtues of the ones not bought. As though they'd slipped through the fingers. I suppose I should understand this perfectly--I once had seventeen guitars--but i don't.
You know Minx whenever I'm feeling bad about the fact that I'm ALREADY checking out new winter boots you go and make me feel better. I have two pairs of shoes. That's right two... Still I'm not telling you how many boots, sandals and trainers I have!
the only problem i see, england, is that you are woefully low on supplies. i shall dispatch a re-supply docket immediately - you shall be able to select from as many styles, colors as you desire.
and please, PLEASE, for future reference - do not allow your supply cupboard get so low before informing the command center. this one feels just too close for comfort.
i'm going to get someone on the project of designing an early warning system for future potential mishaps - immediately...
Don't worry, you've a way to go before you become the next Imelda... What is it with girls and shoes? And no, I will not go and count the pairs in my wardrobe - no, no, no!
Yeah don't count them Vanilla. I once made the mistake of taking the piss out of a student over the number of trainers she had. She retorted by pointing out that I had worn different boots every day of the week. I went home and counted... forgetting that there were a couple of pairs of trainers at work... I was traumatised for weeks.
cupboards immediately dispatched. will arrive before you've time to unpack and admire all shoes. any other needs, please contact command central A-SAP!! we like to keep our shoenauts comfortable and happy.
Verilion- You should have boxed her ears, spending all week admiring your boots, rather than paying attention in class. (though good to know she is mentally fast on her feet)
hmmm..Minx, I find it hard to believe that a resourceful creative person like yourself can't come up with more hiding places. You'll just have to break the group up, hide them separately. It will be mad fun. Like an easter egg hunt each day before you leave the house. One pair in a large vase, another under cushions, one behind the boxes of dried pasta, one in the freezer behind the peas. In a house, it is easy hiding things from men. Just put things anywhere one goes to do things, like cook and clean (pots, pans, uncooked food, cleaing supplies, washer/dryer). Oh and behind the toilet paper storage, men can never find this without help.
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I like the most the light blue ones on the right - they make me think of one of the 1001 Arabian nights - and the ones with Gaugain's paintings on them...
I guess the problem is the need for more shoes. :-)
Life can be tough. You might need to get yourself some shoes.
I'm right there with ya girl.
I do too, Vesper, and the little black Arabian ones at the back are antique.
John, you're so understanding.
Love 'em, Roberta. I adore them and love all their pretty little boxes. .......
No, no, no! I really do have a problem. This is just the stash from under one wardrobe - I need help. Please.
That is not a problem! Send them to me, and I will mind them for you... ;)
Oh, thank the Goddess, someone with a solution.
What? I have to give them to you, Cailleach? Well, no, absolutely no. Absolutely bloody well no, not on yer nellie. They are my precious things......
What is the problem?
They wont fit on your poor swollen foot?
I would like some please. What? You wont just give them away?
How about sending them on little trips? Don't you think they would enjoy some globe trotting. Certainly with so many in rotation, some must spend time just sitting under the wardrobe hoping for a day out. Maybe one or two would like to go to the states?
Oh darn, just realized I can't offer them anything exciting to see, or do. My life will soon be, dropping son off at school, grocery shopping, house work, blogging, attempts at writing. Bet life is more exciting for them under your wardrobe. The ones that go out can tell the others stories, and they all can peek out and spy on your household.
Besides none of my shoes are so pretty, and I wont have my shoes feeling inferior.
The problem is, Taff, that I am running out of places to keep them. The 'underwardrobe-oh-good-
he-won't-look-there-place' is full and let's not go into the winter shoe problem. Me boots are hiding in the attic!
My shoes are really very nice and would not dream of intentionally giving yours an inferiority complex. They always welcome a new member of the club and are very kind to my feet (except those mean black pointy ones, who lie).
I knew you had boots somewhere!
I wasn't expecting you to give them to me... more a sort of lending library of shoes. I see taffiny has the write idea ;)
Two are already out on wedding and funeral duty, Cailleach and I've just remembered that shoe thief Demanda has a very dear pair of heels that she was trying to impress a new boss with.
And if either of you are trying to insinuate that I neglect some of my shoes, well. you may well be right.
Am I cruel? Maybe I will end up in shoe prison.
Shoe-t me now. I have no sole and can't help behaving like an utter heel.
I think I'm being pun-ished for a very irritating past life ...
Did I mention humour before, Alper?
I've just finished admiring four new pairs here, out of the blue, and I'm freshly struck by the mystery of it all. It seems that new ones--nice as they are--only point up the virtues of the ones not bought. As though they'd slipped through the fingers. I suppose I should understand this perfectly--I once had seventeen guitars--but i don't.
Obviously, you need more feet.
correction...
houston, imelda, has a problem, and minx is willing to share the burden.
well done, minx! your kind heart has received much applause.
You know Minx whenever I'm feeling bad about the fact that I'm ALREADY checking out new winter boots you go and make me feel better. I have two pairs of shoes. That's right two... Still I'm not telling you how many boots, sandals and trainers I have!
Imelda, get a life!
There is no mystery, John. New shoes tweak the pleasure zone in the same way that, umm,seventeen guitars do. Face it, you're a pleasure addict.
Tis no burden CS, only to the floor boards.
Verilion, heh, should I call you sister?
John G, I have a life, buying shoes just happens to be a shallower part of it!
the only problem i see, england, is that you are woefully low on supplies. i shall dispatch a re-supply docket immediately - you shall be able to select from as many styles, colors as you desire.
and please, PLEASE, for future reference - do not allow your supply cupboard get so low before informing the command center. this one feels just too close for comfort.
i'm going to get someone on the project of designing an early warning system for future potential mishaps - immediately...
houston
Oh Houston, thank you. At last, someone who understands.
Now, Houston, is there any chance you could also send over some new cupboards?
Don't worry, you've a way to go before you become the next Imelda... What is it with girls and shoes?
And no, I will not go and count the pairs in my wardrobe - no, no, no!
Girls and shoes, girls and shoes, girls and shoes - no, sounds just about right to me.
Count them? No, don't do it! This can only lead to deep psychological damage.
Yeah don't count them Vanilla. I once made the mistake of taking the piss out of a student over the number of trainers she had. She retorted by pointing out that I had worn different boots every day of the week. I went home and counted... forgetting that there were a couple of pairs of trainers at work... I was traumatised for weeks.
england,
cupboards immediately dispatched. will arrive before you've time to unpack and admire all shoes. any other needs, please contact command central A-SAP!! we like to keep our shoenauts comfortable and happy.
that's why we are here, england.
it's what we do.
houston
Houston, you're so clever, I think I might love you.
Verilion-
You should have boxed her ears, spending all week admiring your boots, rather than paying attention in class. (though good to know she is mentally fast on her feet)
hmmm..Minx, I find it hard to believe that a resourceful creative person like yourself can't come up with more hiding places.
You'll just have to break the group up, hide them separately. It will be mad fun. Like an easter egg hunt each day before you leave the house. One pair in a large vase, another under cushions, one behind the boxes of dried pasta, one in the freezer behind the peas. In a house, it is easy hiding things from men. Just put things anywhere one goes to do things, like cook and clean (pots, pans, uncooked food, cleaing supplies, washer/dryer). Oh and behind the toilet paper storage, men can never find this without help.
Debi-
the worse the pun, the more the fun.
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