Some days, you just don’t know. So why limit yourself? Imagine getting to work and realizing, wow, I really hate these shoes. Or ‘wow, did I get dressed in the dark?’  Then spending the whole day trying to hide your feet. Come on, we all do it. Sometimes, even, the shoes hate US. Their wrath manifesting itself in blisters and squished toes. We love them. They hate us. It’s a daily battle. So I add a few points in my ‘win’ column by overpowering the one pair with the threat of possible exchange: I have an arsenal of shoes under my desk. Some ladies put their shoes in a drawer. Some of you have a closet in your office. But the shoes are there. And we know it. Do you have shoes in your office? Maybe you don’t ‘keep’ them in your office, instead you ‘carry’ them in your bag for the ever-popular yet oh-so-stealthy shoe switcheroo. I see you in the foyers of the big buildings - or even in the elevators, ditching the nikes for the jimmy choos. It’s out of respect, I understand. For if we can afford the jimmy choos, some of us must still remain subway straphangers, and why subject jimmy to cement stairs and old gum? And, besides, not everybody can trot as delicately as Carrie Bradshaw in her Manolo’s. And where is she going anyway?

(Stay tuned for the next episode:  The scarf drawer.) - Jen