Shoe Therapy

It's already Tuesday and I know, I didn't make it to my blog yesterday but I had something much better to do. I spent 3 hours shopping for shoes only. This is my passion and fixation. Shoes are an integral part of life and also goes with good and bad hair days. I feel that the top and bottom of my appearence is the most important part of me. Put it this way, when a guy looks at you he goes from top to bottom in a split second. If you are lucky he may take a second glance? Ugly shoes and ugly hair is just not on!
My passion yesterday was seeing the gorgeous Brogues and Boots that are this years new winter style. Big decision to be made. Do I buy a low flat pair of Brogues or do I buy the ones with a heal? They both look good in jeans and the heeled pair could look good a dress shoes as well! I left the shop and carried on looking while I tried to make my decision.

Next shop was Debenhams and of course I made a beeline to the shop department. I was in awe of the wonderful boots that there were. One pair took my eye and I looked at the bottom to see the price. £199.00!! But, it was made of soft leather with a low heal and the smell of real leather consumed me. How could anyone refuse such an item? The boot stayed in my hand for ages and then I finally gave in a tried it on. Imediately an assistant was in front of me asking if I would like to try the other one on. Sheepishly I tried on the other one and headed straight to the mirror. Oh my, they looked absolutely gorgeous. Of course the assistant was complimenting on how good they looked and how good they looked on me. I resigned myself to the fact that I was heading to the till and digging in my bad for my purse. I made way to the exit with my huge bag containing these wonderful boots and was now going mentally through my wardrobe as to what outfits I had that would compliment them.

As I stood on the high street I thought of the Brogues. Well I just spent almost £200.00 so what the heck another £80.00 is nothing. Black was the colour I decided on. By now time was ticking and so I tried one on. Done, I asked for the other one and didn't bother trying it on as my left foot is smaller than the right so I knew it would fit. What I can't believe is what I did next. I asked the assistant for the other heeled pair in Brown and off she went and came back with the box. Again I tried on the right foot. It looked nice especially with the skinny jeans I had on. I put the shoe back in the box and walked to the till with both boxes. While in the queue I pondered on my guilt at being so extravagant but the guilt wasn't enough to stop me.

On the tube with three enormous bags of footwear I was thinking of a cunning plan to bypass my family once at home, run upstairs and put the shoes in the wardrobe. I could hear my husband saying, 'three hundred and fifty nine pairs now?' Actually it will be three hundred and seventy one but he doesn't have to know the exact details!

In the kitchen I felt snuggly happy and re-charged ready to go downstairs and do some work. What an exhilarating day it was!