My name is Tracy. I am a shoe-aholic.
The first step to recovery is admitting you have a problem. My problem is simple: a shoe clearance to which Liz sent me yesterday to get her a pair (she was enroute to a meeting and couldn't go herself). I got her the shoes she wanted, Enzo Angiolini slippers in black with black rhinestones.
It didn't stop there. For as I looked at the shoes in Liz's size, I saw some I wanted in my own size. After securing her dream shoes, I stopped at the size 8.5 table.
I too got a pair of Enzo's, although mine are more suited to my practical lifestyle. They're a matte charcoal grey. I also got a pair of Bandolino slides.
This morning I returned to the scene of the crime and spent my lunch hour methodically looking over not just the 8.5 tables but the size 8's as well.
A pair of black Nine West pumps (to replace a pair of black pumps from Target), Bandolino flats in navy, a pair of Enzo slides in nude and a pair of tan Keds later, I was out of there.
Except for the last pair, all were $14.99. The Keds were $12.
Last night, I didn't show and tell with my two pairs of new shoes. After the ribbing I got the last time I bought shoes, I decided Rob didn't need to know and probably wouldn't notice. However, as we were driving away from the grocery store, he chanced to comment about those shoes and guilt overwhelmed me. I laughed nervously and the jig was up. How am I going to spirit four more pairs of shoes into the house?
I tried to explain to him last night that I like buying shoes now because so often in my past, I've had two pairs and that's it. He's not a girl, though, and doesn't understand. It would never occur to him that you can't wear tan shoes with a dark brown belt.
It occurs to me, though. And I am frightfully guilty now, these shoes beneath my desk spilling from their boxes and bags. What happened to the girl for whom a pair each of black, brown and white were plenty? Why do I need these many shoes at all? I'm in an office all day. Who cares if I wear the same brown shoes every day (provided it matches the ensemble with which it is teamed)?
When Melani lived with me, I was amazed at how many shoes she has. Several pairs of black flats alone, not varying much in style, but then one can never have too many black flats, right? This is where I started on the downhill spiral to my current obsession. Melani would lend me shoes to go with my different outfits. She helped bring up my esthetic sense considerably. She got me hooked.
We are not so obsessed as those women of Sex and the City. At least, I'm not. At the sale, there are signs posted that certain designer shoes are $24.99 not $14.99. I made sure not to bother with any of those shoes. Who needs a pair of Kenneth Coles anyway, when there's a similar pair of Nine West's?
My name is Tracy. I am a shoe-aholic. Uh, can someone help me carry these boxes up to my room?
The first step to recovery is admitting you have a problem. My problem is simple: a shoe clearance to which Liz sent me yesterday to get her a pair (she was enroute to a meeting and couldn't go herself). I got her the shoes she wanted, Enzo Angiolini slippers in black with black rhinestones.
It didn't stop there. For as I looked at the shoes in Liz's size, I saw some I wanted in my own size. After securing her dream shoes, I stopped at the size 8.5 table.
I too got a pair of Enzo's, although mine are more suited to my practical lifestyle. They're a matte charcoal grey. I also got a pair of Bandolino slides.
This morning I returned to the scene of the crime and spent my lunch hour methodically looking over not just the 8.5 tables but the size 8's as well.
A pair of black Nine West pumps (to replace a pair of black pumps from Target), Bandolino flats in navy, a pair of Enzo slides in nude and a pair of tan Keds later, I was out of there.
Except for the last pair, all were $14.99. The Keds were $12.
Last night, I didn't show and tell with my two pairs of new shoes. After the ribbing I got the last time I bought shoes, I decided Rob didn't need to know and probably wouldn't notice. However, as we were driving away from the grocery store, he chanced to comment about those shoes and guilt overwhelmed me. I laughed nervously and the jig was up. How am I going to spirit four more pairs of shoes into the house?
I tried to explain to him last night that I like buying shoes now because so often in my past, I've had two pairs and that's it. He's not a girl, though, and doesn't understand. It would never occur to him that you can't wear tan shoes with a dark brown belt.
It occurs to me, though. And I am frightfully guilty now, these shoes beneath my desk spilling from their boxes and bags. What happened to the girl for whom a pair each of black, brown and white were plenty? Why do I need these many shoes at all? I'm in an office all day. Who cares if I wear the same brown shoes every day (provided it matches the ensemble with which it is teamed)?
When Melani lived with me, I was amazed at how many shoes she has. Several pairs of black flats alone, not varying much in style, but then one can never have too many black flats, right? This is where I started on the downhill spiral to my current obsession. Melani would lend me shoes to go with my different outfits. She helped bring up my esthetic sense considerably. She got me hooked.
We are not so obsessed as those women of Sex and the City. At least, I'm not. At the sale, there are signs posted that certain designer shoes are $24.99 not $14.99. I made sure not to bother with any of those shoes. Who needs a pair of Kenneth Coles anyway, when there's a similar pair of Nine West's?
My name is Tracy. I am a shoe-aholic. Uh, can someone help me carry these boxes up to my room?
posted by Owl Chick at 9/07/2001 12:55:00 PM
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