Lion and Magic Boy

So, I’ve been dutifully trying to keep up with all the manic posting of NaBloPoMo, and daily over at Fussy, who’s responsible for the whole thing anyway, I’ve also been enjoying daily posts about shoes for NaBloShoeMo, which is clearly for those people who actually have 30 pairs (or more) of shoes.

Women supposedly have a thing for shoes. Girly shoes. Pretty shoes. Or just…shoes. I am not one of those people. To wit, this is the contents of my shoe closet. If I even had a closet devoted to shoes.

• 3 pairs of running shoes, so ironic considering how I feel about running. But one pair is more than two years old, one was bought more for hiking/trail running (I love my idealism!), and one, weirdly, I WON just last month. They’re all size 9 1/2. But I measure a 7 1/2.
• 2 pairs cycling shoes, including one with cleats for clipless pedals. The other pair cuts off the circulation in my toes. I love them.
• Wool Haflinger slippers that are falling apart. I love them.
• A pair of Uggs bought on the way to the airport for a trip to Finland where they were much appreciated and have continued to be since. I don’t care what people say about them. I love them.
• Crocs.
• One pair of black pumps. For those court appearances. They may one day be comfortable.
• Jeweled sandals. Worn once, and I had the blisters to prove it.
• Black sandals, bought for my trip last summer to BlogHer that I didn’t go to.
• Nondescript ugly brown leather slip-on shoes that must be about 6 years old and that have been everywhere with me, including hiking in Whistler. I hate them and love them both.
• A pair of brown short side-zip leather boots, about six years old and barely worn.

TOTAL = 13 pairs. 5 of which are for some sort of athletic activity. I guess I’d better get off my ass then.