I think everyone has to have someTHING about them: a tick, a quirk, a compulsion, and for some of us, an obsession. And it's these "somethings" that we don't want to admit to and so instead we go on about our lives quietly hiding these weird things about us behind closed doors.
Well, enough of that. The time has come!
Here is mine (well, one of mine):
Yes, I am a sneaker addict.
The thing of it is, this doesn't look that bad to me. I mean, that bad. No seriously, I could do a lot more damage if it weren't for limited shoe space.
What does kill me is that there are 2 pairs (top row, far left 2) that don't get worn. And there was another pair that got donated to Goodwill which hardly worn (thank you Marathon Sports for persuading me to buy hundred dollar white "clown running shoes"). I also (stupidly) chucked (in the "make space" movement I was feeling a year or 2 ago) some cranberry colored Adidas Gazelles. DUMB. I'm getting those back! This would have brought the total to NINE.
As with any addiction, each come with it's own unique lame excuse/justification (i.e.bottom row 2nd from right Asics bought in December were "going to make me run faster" and bottom far left Asics purchased in early January are "bouncier" and are my current favorite workout sneak and critical in my choice of footwear: they don't make my calves look fat).
So this is my stupid thing that I seem to be stock piling with no end in sight. What's yours?
View 2, if you were you know, curious (gosh, this is so liberating!):
Also, I still want these. They also come in navy. What is a girl to do?