Judy Davis---Part 1

So, this weekend I spent some time at my mom and dad's house and had an interesting experience with my mother. See picture below---there she is...surrounded by her shoes!




For those of you who do not know Judy Davis, let me tell you---you are missing out. This woman is a saint. She is the epitome of "Mary Poppins" (you know, practically perfect in every way). She is the kind of person who says "Well, Bless their Heart, but...." right before she says something insulting about someone. My mom is amazing.

I have been attempting to figure out how/why/when I became obsessed with shoes, and this weekend it all began to make sense. You might have noticed that this blog is titled "Judy Davis--Part 1" and you might be thinking to yourself "Part 1? Hmmmm, why Part 1? How many parts must there be?" Well avid readers, to understand me, you must first understand my mother, and to understand my mother, we must delve into the inner-workings of her closet.

Upon my arrival at the Davis Oasis on Saturday afternoon, I was summoned into my parents bedroom. My mom and Dad---well, in all reality, my Mom---have a HUGE closet that is basically the same size as their hallway. It's gigantic. And my mom's clothes, and you guessed it, her shoes take up about 3/4 of the closet space. Poor Phil---he only has 1/4 of the closet for all of his various Harley gear and tasseled shoes. (Love you, Dad) I went into my parents bedroom and was immediately drawn into my mom's temptation of "shoe purging". She initially drew me in by taunting me with her "Wedding Shoes" and then, as you might imagine, things got out of hand. (See "wedding shoes" below)



This is going to be a 5 part series. A week of blogs dedicated to Judith Elaine Davis and her various shoes. Among the posts will be the categories of: 1) sneakers, 2) Ugly Hawaiian slip on sandals, 3) black boots (she has FIVE PAIRS!), 4) UGLY (yes, there is a sub-category dedicated to "Ugly"), and finally 5) the Floral Print Keds.

People, she has 86 pairs of shoes. And I thought I was out-of-control. I love my mother. She makes my life better every single day. If I can be even remotely like her when I am a mom and wife someday, then I will be so lucky. I am just hoping to keep my shoe count down to 51.

This is for you, Mom.