Footprints: Carbon and otherwise

I'm at war with myself today (and yesterday and the day before and the day before that). If you've read the last few posts you know that I'm super excited about my entrance into the world of sustainablility, home gardening and slightly greener living, through my Meatless Monday experiment. I'm like a debutante at an eco-friendly ball and I'm really starting to enjoy the process. For instance, I moved the veggies that I've got so far out of their little starter pots and into 8" containers (for now) over the weekend. And my wonderful husband built me a compost bin on Saturday morning, which I've spend the last few days adding leaves and kitchen waste to; kinda gross, mostly fun. I've picked out a spot in my front garden for a cherry tree and I think I want a blackberry bush as well. Things are coming along nicely. I've also found a super cute project for making a hanging tomato planter, out of a 2-liter bottle (of which I have two). Anything that grows on a vine can be grown upside down, so I can plant tomatoes, beans, cucumbers, peas and some peppers this way, not to mention strawberries. A few more bottles and I'll have a colorful row of hanging plants all ready to go. So I'm involving myself in learning more about the processes of growing my own fruits and veggies and finding ways to lessen the impact I'm having on my community (in a bad way). Why am I warring with me, then? Well, that comes down to that other kind of footprint. The real kind. That you make with your feet. Or, more specifically, your shoes. I want to join a shoe club. . . . This should make complete sense, seeing as I'm a girl, and shoes are what I live for. . . . Are you seeing the dilemma yet? I want to join a shoe club, which will deliver shoes TO MY DOOR each and every month, in all that not-so-eco-friendly packaging and using up all that fuel from being shipped TO MY DOOR from some place else, not to mention most of the shoes are synthetic or mostly synthetic which, while animal-friendly, is not nature friendly (what with emissions from factories, and the possibility - probability - that the product is made some where outside of the US, by people who are paid 27 cents a week or whatever) ... *Deep breath* How do I reconcile being green in my backyard garden-recycled project state, but still want to punch my credit card info into a few little spaces on a website to have shoes (beautiful, tall, amazing shoes) DELIVERED TO MY DOOR each and every month? Like I said. I'm at war.