My husband owns one bag - a rucksack that he uses as hand luggage when we go abroad. Any other time he uses his pockets because "that's what they're for" (his words, not mine). On the other hand, I have an abundance of bags in all colours, shapes and sizes, neatly lined up in the spare room. My shoes and boots are stored in an old ottoman at the top of the stairs - it's busting at the seams. They are mainly 'classic' designs that I can wear on all occasions. I have heels that are almost too high to walk in but look amazing, Mary Jane's for work, boots in every length you can imagine, an old comfortable pair of Reeboks, my purple Dr Martens... the list goes on. I mean, my feet aren't going to grow any more so they are never going to go to waste and doesn't everything come back into fashion at some point? Kev seems to manage with just a couple of pairs of shoes and a two of pairs of trainers. He also tends to wear them until they...
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