As Andrea mentioned, most of the time we do a swift pick up or a little styling before we snap the photos you see here. Nine times out of 10, I have to remove at least one pair of shoes from the photo.
Somehow my footwear gets strewn throughout our tiny abode. Under the futon, beside our bed, resting by the kitchen table, where ever you look, you can almost guarantee there is a pair of shiny ballet flats or some kick’n boots near by.
As for my husband, he says nothing. However, I do notice that every once in awhile they all get piled in my closet. Fair enough.