My friend and colleague, Stephanie, with whom I often travel for business recently related this story:
Her 13-year-old daughter was hosting a friend for a sleepover and they hit on the idea of counting Stephanie's shoes. Off they went to raid Mom's closet. The tally? 50 pairs.
Of course, I laughed, thinking at the time that my numbers probably hovered in the low- to mid-20s.
This weekend, in a fit of nesting, I cleaned my closet and after culling the pants-that-will-never-fit-again-in-this-lifetime and packing everything up for charity, out of curiosity I counted the shoes.
43 pairs. And those are just the Denver shoes.