how can you tell my boyfriend is not living with me?
this is my shoe shrine, inaugurated today. THIS would be very difficult to implement if my boyfriend would be living with me haha
previously, i had all shoes lined up neatly next to the door to my apartment. anyone who walked in was either in awe (“oh how cute” – i have tiny feet hence tiny shoes) or in shock (“oh, that’s a lot of shoes”) or just speechless. guys usually were the latter two, in case you were wondering.
this weekend, a friend gave me her two bathroom cabinets so i moved the rack i had in the bathroom into the hallway. this is how my shoes finally got their shrine. don’t they look happy?
by the way, this is not all the shoes i have. there’s a few more pairs of heels, a bunch of flip flops, and several pairs of knee-high boots. while, yes, i realize that’s a lot of shoes i do not think there’s anything wrong with it. if this place was on fire and i could only take three pairs i would know which ones to take. or when i’m going on vacation i have no trouble packing the right amount of shoes.
i’m really not as girly as these shoe confessions may portray me. i just really like shoes and because i have tiny feet (size 5.5 / europe 36) i don’t find shoes just in any store. most german stores start at 37 and those really don’t fit. so whenever i do find a store that has my size AND on top of that offers a nice selection of styles then i’m just very tempted. oh, and i wear my shoes. in this shrine there’s only two pairs i did not wear yet – those gray buttoned ones on the top shelf and those beige-brown in to the middle to the right. i love the buttoned ones, they’re just too cute.
ok, this post probably scared away my last male reader but i am just so proud of that shrine i had to share it with you.