I have a thing for shoes. It's bad. Really, really bad. Imedla Marcos bad. Wikipedia tells me she owned 2,700 pairs of shoes. I'm not there yet, but maybe by the time I'm 90 I will be! Luckily it's my only vice so the hubby doesn't complain too much. ;)
When I was a little girl, my grandma, who I called Mudder, was the fanciest woman I knew. She wore it all: dresses, gloves, jewelry, and the most amazing shoes. The best part was that Mudder let me play with all of it. She never said, "Don't touch those," even though her furs and jewels were very expensive. But it was her shoes that captivated me most of all. Her bedroom closet was the space under the stairs and her shoeboxes were stacked under the risers like some kind of religious monument. Oh, believe me, I worshiped there frequently.
Back in 2006 I felt we were in a good financial place and I could finally start indulging in my one wish - to own expensive shoes. Now for me, expensive means more than $50. I've never bought a pair more than $150 either, so really, I'm still frugal.
Behold.....my first pair of expensive shoes:
$80 designed by Sugar
Two-and-a-half inch heels, red plaid with the cutest (and a little naughty) black lace inside. Bonus? They are the most comfortable pair of heels I own. I wear them all fall and winter and get tons of compliments on them. If the heels ever break or the fabric wears out, I may die. Simply die.
So now you know about my guilty pleasure. It's shoes. I might show more of them on my blog in the future. We'll see.... ;)
