Confessions of a Shoe Whore

Take me away now and lock me up, because I am guilty. Guilty, guilty, guilty. I am a no-lie, absolute fiend, crack head addict for shoes.

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I don’t even know where the addiction started but I believe it began in the era of Spice Girls, girl power, and ridiculously high shoes.

My first expensive shoe purchase…what a thrill. I had saved and saved and saved and finally I was able to purchase THE original moon boots circa 1996 from Buffalo Boots in Covent Garden in London. Now do not judge me for my atrocious tastes, don’t make me remind you of your OWN atrocious tastes in the 90’s. I was sixteen, hair as big as a poof and absolutely dying to be Melanie Brown a.k.a Scary Spice. I shelled out $100 for these crazy shoes, but boy was I the talk of the town!

As simple as this purchase might have been it spurred in me a deep obsession with the shoes that were going to be on my feet.

I loved how my shoes could compensate for my lack of height.

I loved how shoes made me feel sexy or sporty or down to earth chique.

But most of all I loved how they could turn heads, how people would give you that look up and down, that look that said “woooowww.”

Now being that I was a broke teenager and had just spent all my pocket money on these ludicrous moon boots you see on your left, I had no more money to be buying shoes. The rest of my teenage years were spent window shopping pining and drooling over the latest heels or sandals or sweet boots.

Then came my first job and with it my first pay check. You mean I can go out and buy any shoe…any shoe I want?? Insanity!

Purchase after glorious purchase I went out and bought to my heart’s desire.

I bought the cutesy picnic party variety:

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I bought the dirty school girl variety (aka Mary Janes):

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I bought ballerina flats:

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I bought the kind you can only wear to a restaurant and back (a.k.a the I’m going to break my neck variety):

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I bought the practical yet super sexy office variety:

And of course I had to have the Timberland heels, or what Rob lovingly referred to as my “ghetto boots”:

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But all these years later the passion for shoes has never died. And all told I probably have about 60 to 80 pairs of shoes, half of which will break my neck due to their intense height. But no pain no gain right?

What I also love is a shoe bargain. When I was in San Francisco I stumbled across a DSW. Now I have been to DSW many times before but this one, this one was in a league all on its own.

5 levels of DSW shoes??

3 of the 5 levels are all clearance??

It was like angels came down and I saw a bright light and my heart had lifted to the heavens. I was in shoe nirvana.

Rushing around the store like a wild woman I went to go find my size. Lucky for me I have feet the size of small mexican children, so I was able to find several ROWS all dedicated to size 6. It was practically half the floor and they were all on clearance!

Needless to say I walked out of there with about 3 pairs of shoes. Total damage? 50 smackeroos. It doesn’t get any better than that!

My friend Laura, who I have to mention in this blog as she may be the only person I know who owns more shoes than me, likes to do the online shoe shopping deal. I have to say she finds some fabulous deals. If I wasn’t so scared of the buy without try of it all I would totally go on an online shopping spree.

Speaking of online shopping sprees I lie- I DO partake in the online shoe shoppingness but only once a year. Cyber Monday.

Last Cyber Monday I bought these amazingly awesome boots from Victoria’s Secret:

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I got them in white for about 50% off the regular price. I love Cyber Monday. Have you ever tried? You should try, seriously. Forget standing in line just bust out your credit card in your pjs.

I think over the years the addiction has been curbed due to my realization that I was spending like a maniac.

Some of the above shoes cost me a fortune and I said “Whoa Suki slow down, a girl only needs so many shoes.”

Or does she?