Wednesday, 28 January 2015

The Problem

The problem is, I’m an emotional shoe buyer. It’s a real thing. No, not by the UK mental health standards, but it should be. 

I’m not proud of it. I'm not even saying it's a healthy way to deal with things. But buying shoes to me, is like demolishing tubs of ice cream to you. When I'm upset/angry/ready to tear someone's head off, I simply treat myself to a new pair of shoes and imagine that their face is the sole every time I walk in them and get over it. 

So I’m admitting it now, these were the ultimate emotional shoe buy, but certainly not on impulse. I first spotted these in November. Laughed. Walked immediately in the opposite direction. I went on for weeks dreaming about them and scanning the internet for cheaper alternatives without any luck. I even decided I was in fact going to buy them. This was during an excruciatingly cold shift at work when I swore I would never get the feeling back in my toes, before quickly deciding against it.

So it wasn’t until it happened that I thought "what the hell, I'm actually going do this". Now I won't mention what it was that finally made me part with my money (and sanity), but just know that I'll be forever thankful that it finally justified the purchase.

(Coat: Topshop, Bag: Miss Selfridge, Jeans: Topshop, Boots: Stuart Weitzman)

Because you can put the girl in a nice pair of boots, but you can never really take the girl out of her.

Anyone else suffer from emotional shoe buying?


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