I usually can’t wait for the summer to shed the confines of regular footwear for flip flops. Despite my dislike for all things feet (why must they be so ugly??), I’m all about freeing my footsies and abhor socks and shoes yet I have such a huge collection of the stupid things. I guess it comes with the uterus, eh?
As summer went on, I realized I couldn’t wear flip flops on my walk to work or after a long run. My arches and ankles were killing me every time I slipped them on, so I’ve been wearing my sneaks to and from work, a la working girl, a look that I truly detest but when my feet are happy, mouse is happy.
But then there are rainy fall days in TO, like today, which could turn to snow (YIPPEEEE!) where I have to don my awesome rubber boots which provide my no support whatsoever but do allow me to splash in every puddle along my 20 minute walk to work and channel my inner Paddington Bear, minus the fantastic hat, of course (my hair won’t fit in it).
But where am I going with this? Well, I was at work late last night and my manager went into one of the closets in my office to find note cards. She stumbled upon the 14 odd pairs of shoes my co-worker keeps in there. She was astounded by the sheer volume of shoes that M has in there. I just said, “so?” You see, because of the footwear I wear TO work, I too keep a secret stash of shoes, they just aren’t as noticeable to anyone who visits our office for branded stationary, so I had to let her in on the secret.
My desk is outfitted with this odd little shelf underneath where I have hidden a dozen pairs of shoes and boots myself. And that’s only a fraction of the shoes that I actually own. Sometimes I bring in another pair if we have a special chicken and brown sauce or wine and cheese event.
When she saw that, she then proceeded to mock me as well.
But it’s funny how a few years ago I had no issue making a similar walk to work in shoes that were of comparable in heel heights, with pointed or rounded toes to all of the ones I keep under my desk now, but now I MUST have sensible shoes for my tiny trek before I wedge my wiggly toes into some of these silly shoes.
It’s amazing what age and running will do to ya!
Am I alone in this? Do any of you keep a secret stash of shoes at work? Do you wear running or walking shoes to work and then change? Do you have crocs or slippers at work even (my co-worker does. They’re HILARIOUS)? SHARE THE SHOES!