These pointe slippers made it to the packing box. Many more pairs, looking like casualties of war, headed for the trash bin (why I never threw them out before, I don't know). I do wish all of my shoes, ballet slippers to high heels, were enchanted. Then they could just traipse themselves over to their new barracks.
|Some pointe slippers surviving the move|
Taken right before I packed them
Years ago, my husband declared me a Closet Imperialist -- conquering every closet in the house and leaving him only 5 inches of hanging space (embarrassingly accurate except for the measurements). This time, the Roman Legions are standing guard outside his and the guest bedroom's new walk-in closets! So tempting, yet I am trying to restrain my inner Caesar and plan to stick to my designated boundaries on the map. We shall see. I don't know many Imperialists who've ceded plum territory.
|Microcosm of my shoe wardrobe |
seen in pointe shoe variety: diverse
toe boxes, widths, vamps and shanks
I've filled up 6 packing boxes with shoes already,
and am still packing ...
Our move is only 15 minutes away, so we have been going back and forth every day with our caravan. I feel a bit like the soldier ant, carting big loads on his back each time. This might be a 2 week process.
My computer will also be on the wagon trail soon and discovering a new set up -- i.e. expect technical glitches. Please bear with me while we relocate. I am so looking forward to seeing everybody from the other end! Who among you have moved and understand what this is all about?
Thank you so much to Songbird, for tagging me on her post. I promise to look into the questions!