Self-Discovery

So I just got back from a trip to Philly for my sister's (That would be Dr. Lisa, DMD to YOU) graduation. Fun times had by all that I will certainly try to get around to blogging about. But what I discovered while I was there is that....

I have really really expensive taste in shoes. More than I ever realized. We went to Macy's (yes I know there are Macy's everywhere, including right here in good old SLC, but the shoe department, as well as the ambiance of the Macy's in downtown Philly is truly a-may-zing) and we looked at shoes, and we tried on shoes, and thanks to my wonderful mother's generosity we actually bought shoes. I narrowed it down to the shoes above.

Aren't they all fantastic?! After much deliberation I ended up with the Marc Fisher sandals, but in dark brown. Practical yet saucy. The Calvin Klein gray peep-toe's were a close second. But what I really really really wanted was so incredibly far out of possible range of choices. Now don't get me wrong, I am certainly not one to complain about getting a FREE PAIR OF SHOES. I mean, hi, do I look crazy? I luuuurrrrvvveee shoes. More than anything. Give me a closet full of jeans, black and/or white shirts and a kajillion million billion shoes and I'm good. I'm more than good, I'm in Nirvana. There is no greater bliss. Yes, I know, how incredibly consumerist of me. I'm trying, but I think shoe love is in my blood. Even my brother has more shoes than most women. Maybe it's because shoes look good and fit no matter what. But I digress. The object of my affection? OK, let's call it by what it really is, lust. Unbridled lust. Well, here they are in all their perfectness.

Tres fantastique, no? Stuart Weitzman's Lateral. I think they just may be real python. I would hope so for an espadrille that will set you back a cool $375. Yeah, you read that right. Almost 400 bones for a pair of shoes with rope soles. But they would work with almost everything. Really. I would wear them with every. single. thing. I. own. I keep talking about having a more French wardrobe. You know, the idea of well made timeless classics that will last forever. The 20% we actually wear in our closet and all that. But how can I ever justify that kind of money on shoes? I can drop $100 no problem. Over that and I have to think long and hard. But I have NEVER, EVER considered that kind of moola on shoes. But I am now. I'm just going to stalk them for awhile. See if they ever go on sale. But then really, how low can they really go? Is $250 a major steal? Can I honestly say, "oh I know, aren't they great?! And I got them on SALE!" with a straight face? I think not.

I have not faced a quandry quite like this regarding a clothing purchase since my early 20s. I'm a little freaked out. But damn, I love those shoes.