Ugh, it's really dwindling. I won't count what's left because it will make me sad. My promise to not buy unnecessary shoes has been difficult to keep, and combined with the regular purging of the old & beat up, lately I fear I'm nearing panic mode. I've generally been doing ok, but that's not to say that I haven't walked by shoe stores really slowly, gone in, tried on, looked over, tried on again, put down, picked up, examined inside out, and put down once again on many, many occasions.
Online shoe browsing helps to hold me over during the rough times. I sort by priciest first, that way, after looking at 200 pairs that are way overpriced, I'll surf away in a stupor and not ever get to the temptations in my price range.
My biggest critic about this problem is of course, Tim. I should point out, however, that THE single most expensive(and lovely) pair of shoes I own were a gift from him. Ahem. Enabler.
A couple of years before I turned 30, I started telling people that I'd be buying myself a pair of classic Manolos or Choos or Diors once I hit that milestone. It seemed appropriate - after all, I'd spent most of my twenties collecting wannabes from Nine West, Bandolino, Enzo & Etienne so the big 3-0 would be the perfect event to take the plunge. It didn't really turn out that way. I don't even have a good explanation, but looking back, I don't regret it.
If money were no object, trust me, I'd have a line up - but for one pair, it wasn't the money that stopped me. Maybe it was admitting to myself that except for a couple of friends, no one would even notice. Maybe it was realizing that there were not going to be many appropriate situations to bust out in Hand-Stitched Italian Leather 4 Inch Amaza-Heels. Or maybe it was fear that I wouldn't stop after the first pair. Or that I would never take them off my feet. Ever.
The highest count was around 45 pairs, about 4 years ago. This is a little inflated because I also count slippers, sneakers, and other activity-specific shoes like snow boots (activity: moving in or around snow). Those are not exactly shoes. Tim never did understand the difference. That's right, roll your eyes with me. Men. Silly.
Besides, Carrie Bradshaw had over 100 pairs, and hers were $400 a pair and up! See? I'm not abnormal - the worth of my collection is a mere fraction of that. But she's a fictional character, you say? It's not a valid comparison? Whose side are you on here?
We're OK. OK. Phew. When I get real panicky, I take these shoes out of their box and tissue paper and admire them for a little while, wondering where and when I might sashay in them again.
My biggest critic about this problem is of course, Tim. I should point out, however, that THE single most expensive(and lovely) pair of shoes I own were a gift from him. Ahem. Enabler.
A couple of years before I turned 30, I started telling people that I'd be buying myself a pair of classic Manolos or Choos or Diors once I hit that milestone. It seemed appropriate - after all, I'd spent most of my twenties collecting wannabes from Nine West, Bandolino, Enzo & Etienne so the big 3-0 would be the perfect event to take the plunge. It didn't really turn out that way. I don't even have a good explanation, but looking back, I don't regret it.
If money were no object, trust me, I'd have a line up - but for one pair, it wasn't the money that stopped me. Maybe it was admitting to myself that except for a couple of friends, no one would even notice. Maybe it was realizing that there were not going to be many appropriate situations to bust out in Hand-Stitched Italian Leather 4 Inch Amaza-Heels. Or maybe it was fear that I wouldn't stop after the first pair. Or that I would never take them off my feet. Ever.
The highest count was around 45 pairs, about 4 years ago. This is a little inflated because I also count slippers, sneakers, and other activity-specific shoes like snow boots (activity: moving in or around snow). Those are not exactly shoes. Tim never did understand the difference. That's right, roll your eyes with me. Men. Silly.
Besides, Carrie Bradshaw had over 100 pairs, and hers were $400 a pair and up! See? I'm not abnormal - the worth of my collection is a mere fraction of that. But she's a fictional character, you say? It's not a valid comparison? Whose side are you on here?
We're OK. OK. Phew. When I get real panicky, I take these shoes out of their box and tissue paper and admire them for a little while, wondering where and when I might sashay in them again.
2 comments:
booo hoooo
being a 10W and having a husband only 2 inches taller than me, keeps me from getting pretty shoes! I'm depressed now! LOL
Oh girl. I feel that we need a dress up night out. with cute shoes. and cute bags. and alcohol. definitely alcohol.
Let's talk Sedaris details tomorrow. And I'm totally in for the debates if they are still happening.
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