Woooo-weeeee. I knew that having our own home would keep us busy, but I really didn’t have a clue about how much work it would be! It’s glorious, fulfilling, magical work… but work nonetheless. I’m still slowly but surely picking away at boxes and other tasks that need to be accomplished. All of important items are all unpacked and away, but some of the things we don’t use on a regular basis have been sitting in their boxes until I have time to get at them. Tonight I tackled the spare room. It’s kind of been our catchall for the things that don’t yet fit in our office or bedroom,…

While I was at book club last week, my fabulous ladies and I started talking about my favourite subject: shoes. I can’t remember how or why it came up as we discussed Jane Eyre, but an interesting idea came forth from it. One of the girls asked me how many pairs of shoes I actually own, and I realized that I don’t know. Not only do I not know, I have absolutely no idea. In the days before I met the Hubster–when I was a student at Ghetto U–I was a die hard shoe-a-holic. At my peak, I owned 100 pairs of shoes. I had worked at a shoe store…