
Last night I ventured out to a shoe store which is not a good idea for me when I am feeling down because I always fight the urge to buy more shoes, not to mention when I am sad because they always make me feel better. I imagine where I will wear the new shoes and with which outfits that they are best suited for while considering my check book and how I an manage yet another pair of shoes that I don't really need. Here lately, I can't really justify many of the shoes that I want and I suppose when you're a grown up, sacrifices have to be made in order to keep on sailing through life. My sacrifices are shopping for just me. I always seem to find much more important things to do with my money these days other than buying heels that I have no where to wear them to. My daily wardrobe consists of matching scrub top and bottoms, coordinating socks and undershirts, and either tennis shoes or occasionally crocs. So the need for a pair of lime green strappy heels that are snake skin lined really isn't a demand nor a necessity. It's just a passion that I have inherited from my Dee Dee and Nana and can't help but lust after them when confronted with such a fashionable accessory. 

No matter what I will always have a drive to collect shoes because it is like wearing art on your feet, some are more so than others of course. Just this morning the addicts and I were looking online at Naughty Monkey's, and Bobbi Blu's, Madden Girl's, and many more that are undeniably adorable. Until next time, does anybody care to donate money to the Megan needs shoes fund?

As I continued around the table of new shoes that are part of a spring line, I wondered about changing jobs just so that I could wear pretty little things that kill my feet verses the ever so comfy Nike's I wear everyday. There were a red pair of peep toes that it actually hurt me to leave in the store when I left because they were beckoning to come and live with me. I just couldn't even try them on. No sense in torturing myself anyway, right? Naturally, I was taking quick pictures with my phone and sending them to Kyla, Hollie, and Dee Dee. These are fellow shoes addicts like me who were drooling at the site of the shoes and wanted to know where they could go get them.
Like I said before, no justification can be made for me to buy another pair and force them into a life of solitude in the closet at my house. I never take them out for dinner or to a movie or to a club anymore, I only look at them fondly in the closet knowing that if I ever need them, they will come through for me no matter what. Yes, I am humanizing my friends the shoes, but I love them just as much as my jewelry (topic for another time). Maybe some day, I will have a fabulous social life where I will get to wear them all the time, or I maybe I should just wear them around the house like Carrie would.
No matter what I will always have a drive to collect shoes because it is like wearing art on your feet, some are more so than others of course. Just this morning the addicts and I were looking online at Naughty Monkey's, and Bobbi Blu's, Madden Girl's, and many more that are undeniably adorable. Until next time, does anybody care to donate money to the Megan needs shoes fund?





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