I was about to gloat about this morning’s (before collecting Bess from netball) small shopping successes, when it occured to me that most of what I write is largely based on buying things – which would make me appear to be rather shallow type whose sole intent is the acquisition of stuff.

One would have thought that I would have learned something about accumulating things from our 2 year stint of abject poverty! Obviously not.

Hell, I’m avaricious and shallow and I can cope.

So, back to the shopping – I bought 2 pairs of shoes at the Smith Family – a $12 pair of nikes & a $7 pair of grey-ish mary-janes – satisfies my hunter-gatherererer instincts. I think that takes my total shoe collection to about 6 pairs (after I toss my other runners¹ – which will be replaced by the nikes).

There is a woman (whom I am yet to invent a suitably clever pseudonym for²) at work who has over 70 pairs of shoes (and you can certainly be assured that none of these pairs were from the Smith Family or cost under $100)! She hides a large percentage of them from her husband. I can’t imagine being able to HIDE possessions from Fenton – this could either be because our flat is so very tiny or because I have an innate need to show off the things I have bought! I don’t understand relationships like that.

¹which have lasted 5 years of very very hard labour (thanks candy clubbing shoes!)
²Oh, lets be obvious and call her Imelda.