When I moved in with Chris, my boyfriend of two and half years, this past June, I Was TERRIFIED. I love the guy, we have laughs and good times most of the time, plus the place we were moving into had two bathrooms and two balconies – what could possibly be the matter? I'll tell you what. No bedroom closet that's what! Where will I put my many many dresses? My hats? My SHOES?! For a girl with an undeniable shopping addiction, it is an understatement to say that this was going to be A Problem.
Well, it's been four months and Chris and I still like each other which means I found a solution to this very important problem. For the clothes, Ikea wardrobes all the way. The hats, they're here and there. And the shoes, well, Pamela was so impressed and excited by what I've done with my shoes that she insisted I share it with you all.
It was really just a matter of where it fit, but as it happens, my six-foot tall shoe rack (actually, three smaller shoe racks stacked on top of each other) fit perfectly in a nook in the entryway to the apartment. So, when you walk in, you're greeted by rows upon rows of a combination of vintage and new shoes, each with their own story, or perhaps still waiting patiently for their story to unfold. (I have a tendency to pick a favorite and stick with it for a while, unintentionally neglecting the others.)
One time I got some Thai food delivered and the delivery guy took notice of my shoe rack. "Hah. You selling those or something?" He asked.
"Hahah..." I fake laughed in response. Step away from the shoes, funny guy.
yup, vintage yellow YSL pumps near the top.
You may notice a few large pairs of boy shoes. That's because I'm nice and I share. I allow Chris to put the three pairs of shoes he owns on my shoe rack. You may also notice some empty space. That's because I'm wise and anticipate growth. A girl doesn't just stop buying shoes one day. Also, there's another shoe rack in my bedroom (two smaller ones stacked on top of each other, less wide than the entryway one) filled with more in-season/in-rotation shoes (I need to rearrange and move fall shoes into the bedroom...). And yes, you DO see a pair of vintage red leather sandals with a wooden base which convert into roller skates. And no, I cannot rollerskate and am afraid to because of a lousy left knee which is very unfortunate as I'd love to be rollerskating around Brooklyn in wooden sandals.
Now, if you're wondering where I keep my boots, the answer is this:
