Maybe it is because my dad sells shoes for a living and I was surrounded by them since the day I was born...maybe its because growing up, he always gave me free shoes (he still does)....or maybe its just because shoes are fabulous. But I am addicted to shoes. Reptile skin, metallics, suade, heels, wedges, flats, slingbacks...oh, the list goes on...
Don't get me wrong...not ALL shoes are fabulous. Please don't tell me to go to Forever Young or Payless and find a pair of shoes that are fabulous....because I can't....because they don't exist there. I am addicted to shoes with names because let's face it, those are pretty much the only ones that count. Names like Steve, Christian, Jimmy, or Manolo (Madden, Louboutin, Choo and Blahnik, respectively). Yes, I will fork out $150 for a pair of shoes, when the knock off's are right next door. Why? Because who wants to run around in knock off Madden's? Its quality that counts, and you get what you pay for.
Now, back to my addiction. Shoes are the spice of (my) life. I have a pair for every outift, and those outfits love them. Its like playing matchmaker with your clothes! Plus, Have you ever put on a pair of Aldo shoes and NOT felt fabulous? My MOM tried on a pair of Aldos with socks on and it looked good. lol :)
I feel good in fab shoes. I can conquer the world in fab shoes. Don't let anyone tell you that you can't climb the corporate ladder in the right pair of heels...and what better way to break the glass ceiling than with a pair of stilettos.
So don't judge me just because I feel that saving for a pair of $1500 Louboutins is more important than saving for a house...because a house doesn't come with a signature red sole, now does it?
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