Here I go with a post that will send some people over the edge.  I know, because I’m one of you.

Feel free to suggest what I could have done with these, because I really am interested.

I love knowing all the possibilities of turning trash into treasure.

But I tend to just treasure trash. 

Recently, I did something I’ve noticed other people doing.  Normal People.  People who don’t seem to struggle with invasive messiness the way I do.

People whose homes always seem to be under control are Ruthless Thrower Awayers. 

That’s right.  They’d prefer to waste something and all of its limitless possibilities . . . than have to deal with it as clutter.

Ever again.

For even two seconds.

They just throw it in the trash.

When I went to the Savvy Blogging Summit, I wore my cute polka-dot dress.  It’s new, but vintage-styled, so my little Mary Janes were perfect for it.  (That’s me with the blonde curly hair.)

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Except that when I pulled the shoes out of my suitcase, I saw that they were broken.

I know Shoe-Fixers exist.  I know some perfectly normal and resourceful people use them.

But I don’t.  I think I will, so I save broken things. But I never get them fixed.

So . . . I just threw these shoes in the trash. 

Did you gasp?

It’s okay.  I would have gasped too.

I would have gasped in horror back when I was the girl who bought cute-as-can-be cowboy boots at a garage sale, intending to sell them on ebay . . . only to notice later that they were both left shoes.

And then I saved them for more-than-a-year thinking surely I could sell them separately.

To right-leg amputees. 

See? I do understand.

Perhaps this once-impossible decision was made easier for me by the fact that I didn’t want to pack them up in my suitcase.

Yes, I feel the ache of shoes I used to love.  But those shoes weren’t wearable.

Which made them clutter.

And I don’t need clutter.