It’s Wednesday somewhere. Or it will be. Next week.
To be specific… FABULOUS SHOES.
I met a woman recently… who happened to be wearing a most fabulous pair of shoes.
Start with the shoes and work your way up.
I love her.
Isn’t it amazing what fabulous shoes do to a girl? I wanted to be that woman’s best friend. I wanted to sit by that woman and make her laugh… I wanted her to like me.
I wanted to chop off her legs and steal her shoes. Keep your friends close, but your enemies closer…
In defense of myself, in case you are judging me for my shoe-lust or blatant materialism… I am no Imelda Marcos, but mostly due to financial reasons… not because I am above or necessarily opposed to such things.
My signature shoe:
My grocery shopping shoes:
- I have a shoe board that needs some development on Pinterest…
- I am cukoo for these Betsey Johnson Confetti heels…
- I own THESE, but I also walk like I’ve been hit by a truck after wearing them for about 17 minutes. *Sidebar… are sexy shoes sexy if while wearing they make one look like one is walking with one foot on the curb and the other off?
- And just now, I spent 20 minutes on Modcloth… looking at THEIR shoes. Like crack. For the eyes. And also the wallet.
I think crack addicts and shoe addicts have a lot in common… the whole “addiction” thing, and also both addictions can be pretty spendy.
You know what? If I hit rock bottom, I think it’d be better to get there because of shoes than because of crack… Besides, a shoe addict looks WAY cuter than a crack addict.
BECAUSE IT’S TRUE.
So tell me, if you hit rock bottom due to fashion, what would it be for you? Shoes? Scarves? Necklaces? Flower pins? ETSY???