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My husband can throw anything away. I realize this could be viewed as a good thing (I guess he keep me around, too), but sometimes his closet and bathroom drawers look like an episode of “Hoarders.”
Dustin favorite item to hoard is drumroll shoes. Not just any shoes, and certainly not designer or stylish shoes, but shoes for mowing the lawn. Note: I have never seen my husband wear more than one pair of shoes to mow the lawn.
Let back up, though, and talk about how Dustin buys a new pair of shoes, because that important. It is a long, tedious process that involves visiting multiple stores, from high end to low end, trying on a variety of sizes and widths, and ultimately returning to the lowest of low end stores and buying something super cheap.
Our mid shop discussion goes something like this:
Me: What will the next store have that the first three stores did not?
Dustin: A pair that fits my feet, hopefully.
Me: The five you tried on back there didn fit?
Dustin: I have really wide feet.
Me: What exactly are you looking for?
Dustin: Comfort, quality, a good fit, durability.
Me (as we pull into super cheap shoe store): If your feet hurt so much, maybe we should invest in good shoes that will last.
Dustin: We don have money for that.
We leave the super cheap store with shoes that are tied together and seem like they will crack they are so stiff. I can get back those hours I spent shoe shopping.
When we get home, we have the same argument: I want to throw away his old shoes to make room for the new ones, but Dustin thinks that is a waste.
can let you throw out a perfectly good pair of shoes, he says. This is how hoarding begins. Today it the shoes; tomorrow it the half eaten can of tuna.
When Dustin was on deployment last year, I threw out every pair of shoes I could find in the basement. I took a whole sack to Goodwill and never felt a moment of remorse until last week. Dustin wanted to work in the yard. He needed shoes. He also wanted to wear flip flops to the lake, and as it turns out, I threw away all of those, too.
Luckily, Dustin had another hidden stash in the garage. In a back corner, behind old sleds and lawn mower parts, there is pile of golf shoes, water shoes and grass stained shoes.
As an intervention, I made Dustin watch an episode of that night. He fell asleep just before the woman hoarding cats opened her freezer and revealed a gruesome secret: she keeps the dead ones in there. This made me wonder where else I might find old shoes. Because the crazy thing is, my husband has approximately five shirts, three pairs of jeans and one pair of shoes (that he wears). He is a very simple man and has no fashion sense at all. So why does he need piles of old sneakers?
I am not exaggerating when I tell you that the very next day, Dustin woke up and said he needed to get a new pair of shoes. The soles of his old ones were falling apart and flapping under the toe, just like every other pair of old shoes he had.
need something that fits better and feels more comfortable, he said. don think I got the right size for these. I thought I was losing my mind. I reminded him of the dead cats in the woman freezer that he didn see.
Dustin just laughed. He not putting shoes in the freezer. Geez.
Finally, though, I talked him into investing in a really good pair of shoes. I took him to the kind of store where they measure your feet and help you make a selection. Dustin felt good about his selection.