My Dad always gives my sister a hard time for her Imelda Marcos-like collection of footwear.
A recent exploration of my own closet revealed that I have a bit of a shoe fetish myself. I own enough shoes, in fact, that today I was able to give away three pairs of perfectly wearable skips. I put them in the large yellow Planet Aid drop box that I had noticed on my way into Portland. Was that the right thing to do? The jury is out.
A quick internet search (which I cannot link to since I'm writing this on the iPhone) reveals that Plant Aid has come under a considerable amount of fire for not doing all they should with the donation proceeds. I surely home they don't misappropriate my six shoes.
Fittingly, as I was ridding myself of footwear, Joanna and her family were indulging their dogs at Soakology. Foot massages and tea. I guess that's somebody's idea of a good time.
Me, I'm happy to give used sneakers to questionable charitable organizations.
Simple pleasures, simple pleasures.
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