When you look to the right, you see this on the floor.
These are my husband's boots and shoes. These aren't even ALL of 'em. These are only the ones he wears on ye ol' homestead.
It drives me nuts that he has to have this many pairs sitting out at the ready. How many pairs can one man wear at once? But, as he patiently explains to me time and time again when I fuss and fume about having to clean over, under and around all of them, he needs each for a specific job or circumstance. (This line-up, by the way, is just his summer array. He has another set for winter wear . . . and if I didn't throw a first-class hissy fit, he'd leave the whole motley bunch of them out there all the time.)
Oh, well . . . at least he's neat. It's so fortunate I don't have any odd quirks like he does.