I fear that I am on my way to becoming a bit of an Imelda Marcos.
Yep... That's her - the happy looking middle-aged woman. Now for those who don't know, Imelda was a former first-lady in the Philippines who had an extensive (and I mean extensive) shoe collection. Which is probably the reason why she can't stop smiling.I will be the first to admit that I love shoes. I'm a chick, it's in our blood. They can change your outfit and can make you change from feeling glum to glam in a few seconds. They come in all sorts of different shapes and sizes, with different colours and styles. They keep your feet warm, they stop your pants from dragging along on the floor, they provide a pretty little frame for your toes, they make your legs look longer, they make ya taller and they have new ones coming out ALL the time! But as good as they are... I can't help but feel that I am starting to accumulate too many shoes. I mean, how many shoes do I really need anyway? (OK, loaded question there).
Well, I think I might have a problem. As I am writing this, I am breaking in a new pair of boots (which, in my defence, were on sale) after specifically telling myself that I don't need any more. I am finding myself justifying the purchase. I just let my mum know, who has been an adversary to my enthusiasm for shoes for a long time now, and she challenged me to do a count of my shoes - I politely declined (She's cool with it, really. =]). Something must be done, but the motivation is lacking haha.
I don't know why I started writing this, it doesn't have any real point to it and frankly I'm surprised that you are still reading this. Especially if you are a guy. Hahaha.. just kidding. I dunno, I reckon God built us women with a desire for shoes for a reason. I just don't know what that reason is. Any theories? Hehehe.. OK that's it for this post. Hopefully the next post will be of more substance :P
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