Shoes. Lots of shoes.

The GF had her pops make her the most delicious shoe cupboard. Full of cunning little shelves and pockets to hide shoe cleaners in. It goes very well with my Japanese cherrywood shoe slip. Anyway, she came, somewhat pensively I felt, out of the bedroom shortly after the wooden miracle had been delivered. “It’s full” she announced, “all of your shoes. And there are still a few pairs that don’t fit in”. “Nonsense” said I, Continue reading Shoes. Lots of shoes.