I have never lived in a "no shoe house" before. Now I do. We take our shoes off in the entry of this house. After being here for five days the entry became an unbearable mess of shoes. Those of you who know me will be unsurprised to learn that my solution for this problem was to visit Ikea, where I bought two benches which Mr 16 built for me. The mess (as you can see) has not really disappeared, but you are now distracted by the sight of the two beautiful benches.
Mr 10's shoes. Unremarkable and still in fairly good condition because they are only 6 weeks old.
Mr 10's shoes next to my size 9's. Yep. Another big foot in the making.
Mr 16's shoes. Current favourites I think.
The same shoes next to my size 9's. All my boys have big feet. Mr 22 and Mr 16 have to buy their shoes online cause shops here don't carry their size. (My Bradley has trouble getting shoes and he is only a size 12, which we used to think was big. Size 15's and 16's are just a joke to Aussie shoe shops!)
So this post is a two for one deal. Some photos and a whinge about shoe shops! Go here to see some much more artistically photographed shoes.