It’s entirely possible that I have a bit of a shoe problem. I never used to be like this – I was frugal with shoes – never spent more than $40 on a pair until the woman who worked for me, when I was an executive at a large bath and body care retailer, looked down one day, scrunched up her nose (like I farted!) and told me to buy some shoes so I ‘looked like I worked in fashion.’ I never really thought selling lemon-scented hand soap qualified as fashion, but I only lasted five years there, so what do I know? . . . . Anyway, I digress. My office neighbor – a beautiful gay man took that comment as an opportunity to fix my style . . . .
“I agree, the shoes are awful. While you’re at it, quit hiding the girls. Everyone sees them, bring ’em to the party.”
That night, I told my husband what happened to me. His response? “You do have bad shoes.” That night, we bought my first pair of designer shoes . . . kitten heel slingbacks, Vera Wang . . . yummy.
He regrets that day. The rest is history.
Earlier this year I was gathering my throw-away clothes and browsing through my shoe collection . . . and I noticed that I had quite a few pairs of shoes that I hadn’t worn . . . and I’m not talking running shoes (those do tend to gather dust . . .), I’m talking about pricey designer shoes that needed an ‘occasion’ to wear them. The fact that they were still sitting in boxes is my insanity.
I vowed that day that I would wear every pair of shoes in my closet before I bought another pair, and I’m inviting you along for my shoe journey! This is my story.