I love shoes.
When I moved into our new house, I counted 46 pairs of just fall/winter shoes.
It's a bit much, I know, but how can you not love shoes?!?
So today's non-writing day (remember....I'm now starting the second week of my two week writing detox) was spent shopping with my mom and sister. The goal was to find a mother of the bride dress that didn't look matronly (my mom rocked the dresses at BCBG today), but I couldn't help but try on the shoes I'm dying to get for my wedding.
The Logan Glitter d'Orsay pumps by Jimmy Choo.
In the words of Carrie Bradshaw, "Hello, Gorgeous..."
You can see them in all their glory here.
So I had this dream that I could work to save up for them by doing extra supplemental jobs at work and selling some of my fingerless gloves on etsy. It's a ridiculous splurge so there is no way that I'd go into my savings for the shoes.
I had to try on a bigger pair today because Saks didn't have my size. The salesman checked other stores and informed me that there are only five pairs left in my size in the world! THE WORLD! FIVE PAIRS! He told me it's Jimmy Choo's way of keeping the shoes very exclusive.
Something tells me I might have to start lusting over another (uhm...cheaper) pair of shoes! Dang it all!