The Mr. Rogers of Shoes
I like to pride myself on my self-restraint when it comes to shopping. I always shake my head when my mother tells me about our extended family’s shopaholism. Several aunts and too many cousins can’t resist a sale. Actually, most of them can’t resist non-sales. Two of them are so addicted to the swoosh of their credit cards being swiped that they buy clothes in all sizes and then give them away, sometimes to unwilling recipients. And I always thought I was above it all. After all, how can someone who saves fifty percent of her gross salary have a shopping problem?
Then I realized I love shiny gadgets. I currently have four external hard drives, three laptops, two iPods, and a partridge in a pear tree. I also collect original artwork (the Dr. Seuss print is the only reproduction in my collection), movies, books, and kitchenware. (Does a household of one really need a roaster that can hold a twenty-pound turkey? Yes? I thought so too.) Despite the indulgence of my wants, I still thought myself superior to those shopaholics in my family and the one in that horrid chick flick series. Because I’m different! I hate going to the mall! And it’s not like I’m buying clothes. (Yes, I hear the weakness in my own rationalization.)
Last week, unfortunately, I looked at my personal finance spreadsheet–and gasped at amount in the clothes category. Apparently, electronic toys aren’t the only shiny things that catch my eye.
I really love the colour and the cute bow.
Every woman needs a pair of basic black pumps.
I couldn’t resist the decorative bow and stitching details, which go well with one of my pairs of patterned tights and any of my plaid skirts.
I love the design so much I bought a second pair in marbled red.
I wanted a pair of ballet flats for work when my toes can’t take the pressure anymore. And I really, really love the stitching details. And the shiny, shiny patent leather.
I donated five pairs of shoes to charity this year, so buying five new pairs to replace them is okay. Or it would had I stopped at five. But, alas, I bought nine new pairs. So far. And I can’t stop myself because I already have pair number ten for 2011 picked out:
Aren’t they pretty? They will go great with my grey wool trousers and skirts.
I have thirty pairs of shoes at home and another eleven in the office. Probably a little much. But have you tried trudging through a foot or two or five (yes, FIVE feet) of snow in heels? Not fun. I much prefer walking to work in runners or boots and changing my shoes at the office. Kind of like Mr. Rogers and his sweater. Unlike Mr. Rogers, however, there’s yet to be one pair of shoes that goes with all of my outfits.
My next heroine may have a shoe fetish just so I can justify my sickness.