Confessions of a Shopaholic

Today I realized something about myself. If I had an endless supply of money, I would be a shoe fiend. It came as quite a shocking revelation, but it couldn't be more true. I would say I've spent the last 8 years being a coat-a-holic. I have managed to accrue quite the coat collection that would make any woman proud. After today though, I've decided to turn my attention to the shoe world.

As I was waiting for some pictures to be printed, I decided to window shop rather than go home and do some tedious task that needs to be done. Tasks can wait. Time and excuses for window shopping come too infrequently in my life to be ignored. So I decided to peruse a real shoe store. I'm not talking the shoe section of a Wal-Mart or Target. I mean a shop entirely devoted to the beauty and variety of shoes.

Every aisle held at least a dozen pairs of shoes I wanted to make my own. Cute little flats in every color and pattern you could ever hope to have to match to a perfect outfit, sexy hot heels that could give the shortest girl legs that go on for days, absolutely incredible boots for any style you could think of, ready to go tennis shoes for the casual days of sweatshirts and quick pony tails. Oh the possibilities... provided you have that endless supply of money I mentioned earlier. See, that's the problem of being in a real shoe store and not the shoe section of a Wal-Mart or Target. There's no such thing as "BoGo" or "$15 and Under" tables in these shops. You better have at least 30 bucks to spare before you go into one of these stores. And that'll get you one pair of shoes. Maybe, if you're lucky, one pair of shoes and some cute socks, but that's about it.

So to all of you botanists and economists out there- combine your efforts. Find a way to make that elusive money tree we're all waiting on. I'd be happy to donate the grassy area in front of my apartment to your planting efforts. Maybe then my dreams of becoming a shoe fiend will become a reality.