Take a look at that.
Yes, I know it’s not a picture of cake like you were hoping, but take a look at that.
That is part of my closet.
Once upon a time—a.k.a. the photo on the left—my shoes looked like the Leaning Tower of Pisa caught in a tornado. It wasn’t pretty and I’m not proud of it, but you know how it goes. Your shoe section starts off clean, then after months and years of kicking your shoes on and off things get a little lax. It no longer bothers you not to have all the boxes stacked perfectly or that your beautiful shoe shelves has been pushed to the back of the closet, simply serving as a hidden storage area for the flip-flops you haven’t worn since you were twelve. New boxes of heels are creatively wedged into place, flats are tossed in all directions, and chaos ensues.
A few days ago, I had enough.
Like most of my cleaning sprees, the idea to reorganize and clean out my shoes hit me by surprise. Just one afternoon, while my house was feeling small and I was feeling a unique combination of boredom and claustrophobia, I cast my gaze toward that sinister corner of my blue-carpeted closet. I narrowed my eyes, grabbed the paper towels and cleaning spray, nabbed a couple trash bags, and set about righting this wrong.
As any of you dear readers know, super-duper overhaul cleaning is both a joy and a nightmare, which is why I chose to document the experience and invite you to share in my delight/misery. Plus we get to talk about shoes, and as much as I hate to sound stereotypically girly…I love shoes.
As you can see from the pictures above, it was merely a question of schlepping all the shoes out of my closet, vacuuming away all the errant dust bunnies that had accumulated over the years, cleaning off and repositioning my shoe shelves, weeding out the shoes that haven’t seen daylight since 2002, and putting it all back in place. Easy peasy, right?
While we’re here, I have to unburden myself.
Yes, my bedroom carpet is blue—it used to make sense. When I was somewhere around the age of nine, I got the chance to select my own color scheme for my old childhood bedroom. At first, fuchsia was my thing—thank goodness my parent’s nixed it—but I ended up choosing light blue walls with white, sponge-painted-by-my-mommy clouds. So you see? Ocean, sky, stuff like that. As of 2009, my walls are a refreshing, garden-like medium green, which still works, but I definitely think my blue phase has come to a end.
Phew! It felt good to get that off my chest. On to the shoe cleanout goodies!
Steve Madden floral flats.
It just doesn’t get better than floral.
Chunky brown heels.
They’re by Dr. Scholl’s, so they are pumped full of gel comfort whatnots.
If I may say so—fierce—red platform heels from Target.
I’m entering into a heels phase at the moment and I thought these would be a teetering, welcome addition.
Do any of you own GAP ballet flats?
Flexible, truly ballet-style bottoms, come with a cute carrying pouch, and are available in at least a dozen colors. Amazing.
No closet cleanout is complete with at least one embarrassing find. To my credit, I never actually wore these.
Let’s avert our eyes and move on…
Again with the platform-y heels, except in comfortable wedge form by Fergalicious.
Gold-toned metallics are my ultimate go-to when it comes to casual shoes. They take away the fear of a mismatched color scheme and simply act like another sparkly accessory.
The mini version, by Gianni Bini. Rain, shine, hot, cold—I wear these constantly.
Peep-toes, dontcha love ‘em?
Pops of color are so cute.
Are you ready to see the finished product? The new-and-improved, organized-to-the-max, pretty-fied closet??
Check it out!
A sight like that just makes my geektastic, borderline OCD heart flutter with joy.
Bonus—you now know what shoe size I wear.
Those K-Swiss’s are the comfiest shoes I own. Plus they have graduated pink Velcro straps for optimum laziness.
Can I just say thank you so much for indulging me in this overtly self-congratulatory post? Really, I appreciate it. Since chores like these are such a pain in the booty, I knew it would be good to share the pain together and make it something fun. When you guys clean out your hundred-year-old shoe collections, I am so ready to hear all about it.
You’re still giggling about my Crocs, aren’t you?