Saturday, a lazy day. I can't seem to get motivated to get out of my pyjamas to get on with my day. I have things to do. Grocery shopping, shoe shopping, packing for our trip. Wait did I just say "shoe shopping"? Where did that come from? The word "shoe" just seemed to flow and appear on the screen. Does this mean I am a shoe "addict"? Argh,,,, what is it about shoes that entices me so much to look, try on and buy? Could it be because it is so easy to do. I mean shopping for pants is impossible because the length is just never right, shopping for dresses - well that just will never happens!! And don't even talk to me about shopping for bras! Bra shopping is a nightmare!!! So shoes just seem so simple to shop for. I have never head out the door with the intent of buying a pair of shoes. It is really something that just "happens".
Recently I was out shopping for Christmas gifts for my loved ones. Every time I went past a shoe store I had to go inside and just "look". I would even just stop outside the door and peer inside. If I did not enter the store, then I was not really "looking", was I? It is almost like those beautiful sleek, 4 inch spiked heels were beckoning me to come in and dare to pick them up. Just to feel the beautiful soft leather under my skin,,,,,ahhh yeah that is what makes me do it. The feel! I mean, I would not even wear a pair of four inch spikes. Really I would just fall over the second I took a step forward and fall flat on my face and then some unknown stranger (probably a male) would ask if I was okay. Just the thought of me lying in a heap in the middle of Ingeldews wearing my "too short" pants and not being able to pull myself into a standing position! How embarrassing would that be? Actually it would be hilarious!!
Anyway while I was out doing my Christmas shopping I came upon two beautiful pairs of leopard "flats". They were so yummy, I just knew that I was going to buy one of them. But how to decide which pair would be the ones to take home? One pair had shiny black patent toes and a small wedge heel. The others had a large bold buckle and a more substantial sensible heel. Thinking to myself, I really could buy both as they were fairly inexpensive. But who needs two pairs of leopard flats? Who I ask you?
I had to go away to think about this, so I ventured into the mall and had a grande non-fat double shot latte. This was a big decision and I needed all the caffeine that my body could absorb to enable me to decide. A million thoughts were going flashing through my mind, but foremost was how I was going to tell my husband that while shopping for others, I had been selfish and bought something for myself. Something that I did not need, just really "wanted"..... He was going to "kill me"!!
I broke out into a cold sweat and slowly got to my feet. I dumped my empty coffee cup into the trashcan as I blindly headed back to the shoe store. It was the big golden buckle that I could not get my mind off. They were fabulous, glorious shoes. I had to have them! I would take them home and introduce them to my many other shoes. I was thinking that perhaps I could have a shoe tea party and send out invites to all my shoe crazed friends.
Then it hit my. I was the ONLY shoe crazed person that I knew.
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