Quality vs. Quantity

"I'd rather have one perfect thing than a closet full of shit."

    Sometimes quantity actually is the aim. A pantry overflowing with food is ideal. If you offer me a glass of water, no size vessel is too big or too full. When given the option of a fancy hanky versus a box of tissues, most people would choose the box. Some things are better in volume, and when disposable. Shoes are not one of them.
  

   A good pair of shoes is a lover, and worthy of the same kind of consideration. A relationship that involves the risk of committing, the joys of a natural compatibility. A well chosen pair can add dimensions to the day, spring to your step, sexy curves to your legs. Sometimes the perfect pair even requires a little work. The painful realization that there isn't adequate room for, say, all your toes. A sad day with a band-aid, a renewed commitment , and voila, the leather has accommodated you a little, and your feet have toughened up as well. You and your toes will never be the same. If the spark were gone, and the shoes passed on to someone else, they would feel an echo of your time spent together.
    Some things are transitory, and others stick around, passengers with you through time. Those things are important, because you are important. Just as the people in your life are important, the items you surround yourself with are important. Shoes in one category (let's keep those babies around), and let's put... flowers in the other. Quickly dying, endlessly beautiful flowers.

(Thank you T.Collins Logan for that beautiful picture.)