I did not have three thousand pairs of shoes. I had one thousand and sixty.
I have always been envious of my mother’s ability to walk into a shoe shop armed with the knowledge there would be a pair in the store that might very well be perfect for her.
Sadly, like Jack’s beanstalk, my feet grew and grew until I stopped being shown the cinderella section of the shop in favour for the clunky men’s designs. That was until I discovered a few online stores that catered for my size 9s and as my credit card burned hot with overuse my love of shoes was reborn.