all of a sudden, no that’s a lie, scratch that.
for a while now, i’ve been wanting shoes. and it’s so weird…so unlike me…so girlie. it must be my inner midget trying to break free and clog every single square inch of space i have with footwear. it’s totally the midget’s fault. and yet, and yet…
i want shoes. i look at shoes. i think about buying shoes. and i don’t know why. i literally have like 2 pairs i wear all the time and the rest go in the closet. but every once in a while — more and more often — i find myself staring at high heels, and cute little wedges, and fuck-me slingbacks and thinking “oh those are so awesome! i want!”
wtf?
i don’t understand it. it’s like i’ve triggered some latent shoe-lusting/hoarding gene and it’s exploding all over the place full swing!
oh noes.
I think the shoe lust thing is some kind of intermittent crazy.
I went through it last year. I can’t even walk in heals, and hate shopping, and yet….in the course of three months, bought six different pairs of heels. Including the most awesome shoes: Turquoise sparkly sling-back heels with a round toe. That I have worn ONCE.
Maybe it’s some response to the strange weather.