There is a volcano of shoes developing in my closet. I fear that it will one day erupt and take my sanity with it. Many of them in boxes, some lined along my bed. Some with a long history which expose a small part of my past. Others hinting at my dark secrets. Calling to me aching to be worn again.

In any event, I must organize it all. Yes! I need a shrine erected where I can display all my shoes in a neat and orderly fashion. Where each pair can get the praise they deserve and the care they need. Each shoe snuggled away in it's own little nook. Safe, protected and loved. I think it is time to visit the container store and build my little show shrine.