Confession is Good for the Soul
Okay. I admit it. I've been looking at shoe porn for the last hour. It started with handbags, because I honestly and truly need a new one, and I found one onsale at Neiman's online, but then I had a question about whether I could return a sale item, because purses are impossible to really get a handle on (ha!) from one photo of one angle of the outside and no interior shots, so I started a live chat with a service person (very quick response, too, I was impressed) and then I was hooked. Neiman Marcus strikes again! I've surfed through the whole Sale category, and then moved on to the not-on-sale shoes, because I'm just masochistic like that.
So many pretty things! For instance, these red boots. Part of me yearns to be the sort of woman who wears boots like this. Maybe when I complete my Goddess Transformation and lose enough weight to actually wear skinny jeans I could tuck into the tops of the boots?
Or these. These are the shoes I would buy if I were completely fearless and cool. I love these shoes more than I can say. More than I know what to do with. Which is the problem--I have literally nothing to wear these shoes with, and nowhere to wear that fabulous ensemble even if it did exist. FOR NOW. But someday I might! Should I buy the shoes now as a gesture of faith in the future fabulousness of my life? Or should I bow to practicality and look at the flats. Nothing there blew my hair back, except for these, which certainly made me do a double take.
No, your eyes aren't playing tricks on you. That shoe has a face, and it's a mouse face. Oh, Marc Jacobs. Why?
So I didn't end up buying anything (other than the bag, because, dude, it was like 50% off! I couldn't afford NOT to buy it. That's my story and I'm sticking with it) but I had a good time looking and fantasizing. What's your favorite pair of fantasy shoes--the ones you'd buy if you had exciting events to go to and all the money and confidence in the world?
