Sanity vs Indulgence

OMG! A shoe sale sign! Do I go in or do I walk away from the store? Mhh....... If I go in I can kiss my bus fare for the month goodbye but if I don't go in I miss the chance of being the centre of attention in a pair that would normally set me back a few hundreds, maybe even thousands.... What's a girl to do? Go inside the store and see what they have in stock, surely it can't be that bad..... You have self-control mos. Walk away from my much-needed retail therapy session? I have a few events lined up and getting a few pairs won't hurt... eeerrrrr or maybe it will.

The ever-so-freindly shop assistant makes it hard to walk away cause she is "just so nice." Let me help her keep her salary and support her employer's initiative. But can I really afford to? The war between need and indulgence is brewing in my head. "What size are you ma'am," she says luring me to the corner that resembles a corner in my dream walk-in-closet. "I'm a five", I say clearly irritated cause she is about to get me into a tight corner. "Look, its the last pair," she adds. My sanity chips in "Find someone else to pick on woman and leave me alone. I don't have that kind of money." "They dropped from R1500 to R550. Now that's a real bargain, don't you think?" "Indeed," I murmur.

I reach into my purse and tempted to tell her to give me that pair when a call comes through from a friend to remind me of the "errands" I rushed to the mall to run. At that very moment, I look at the friendly young lady and say: "They are pretty and I can buy them in every colour. But now, I gotta run."

Remember ladies: "If the shoe fits, buy it in every colour but stick to your priorities......"

Shoe myth... Or is it?

I was 19 when my first boyfriend bought me my first pair of Loxion Kulca sneakers, you can imagine my excitement. Phela this was the in-brand of that era. Only to have my mom burst my bubble and tell me I should kiss the relationship goodbye. Why? I ask. You never buy your loved one shoes EVER! That is a sing that they are not going to stay long with you and the shoes have just paved the way for the grand escape. I'm torn.... Do I give them back cause I don't want to part with him or do I keep them and hope for the best? Mhhh... What's a girl (who loves shoes nogal) to do?

I give myself two days before wearing them to see what would happen. He is still the same adoring boyfriend who can't take his eyes off me. If I wear them is he going to stop loving me? Have I lost him forever? These sneakers are to-die-for. For the love of shoes this pair just could not stare at me any longer. It had to be worn. I could sense it vying for my attention whenever I got stuck and not sure what shoe to pick. These babies were a perfect match for my blue track suit. I wore the shoe, a year later the man walked, was it because of the shoe? Ah! What the hell it fit and yes I went and got it in two other colours.......

Wedded bliss... NOT

"I got mail." YAY! My invite to my cousin's wedding has finally been delivered and the theme is avocado green and gold.

After weeks of pondering what to wear I decide on my avocado green dress with my prized possession; my gold sandals (6 inch nogal). Being the skim reader that I am I forget one important bit of info.... It's a garden wedding. You can imagine my heart racing when I realise that I'm to walk on grass in my babies. I look at the ushers as they greet me with their wide smiles and one offers to direct me to my seat, which is right at the front. Geez! How do I walk without making an idiot of myself? I'm partnerless and that simply means I'm looking! What will the guys think as I do the funny walk with my shoe being stuck in the grass every now and then? I always have a back up plan in my boot (pumps) but today off all days I had to have only the purple ones with me. Yes the ones that you wear when when you know you are not going to bump into a possible boyfriend at the filling station. I gather up enough strength to finally let my heels do the walking and as luck would have it I get stuck while smiling and staring at a chocolate looking brother. I'm annoyed at myself, trying to smile at the same time while trying to get my R3000 heel out of the grass. It was my bonus money for goodness sake... I eventually get it out without the heel of course, lucky for me I'm walking on grass so that clashing noise is not heard. You can only imagine what happened at the reception. For the first time ever I couldn't wait to get to the car, put on my purple pumps and just drive off.


I still love my gold heels, just not in every colour.