I couldn't bare to think about the ludicrous amount of money that has been spent on these babies; hundreds, thousands (cue: sudden wave of heat over body), unbelievable amounts of mine and (and my Mums - also a shoe lover) hard earned cash. The only thing that made me feel better about this unfortunate realization was thinking about all the lovely parties they had been to, the dresses they had complemented, the dance floors they had carved up and the French martinis they had enjoyed and they never once complained about the copious amounts of champagne I've spilt on them. Troopers I tell you.
I also began to realize how valuable they are and how I really should be paying someone a premium of some type to promise reimbursement in the case of loss, there really has to be some way I can protect them? "Against what?" the boyfriend asked "well you know, bad things....all those bad things that can happen to shoes" boyfriend some what perplexed.
Is it unstable to consider storing them all in a trolley suitcase for ease of escape in a fire? I have a problem.