On the weekend, I went to not one, but two shoe sales. Well the second one was technically a boot sale. But yeah. Footwear sales, if you will. I’m not going to tell you how many pairs I bought or how much money I spent. Let’s just say I may have gone a little crazy and I may end up on a future episode of Hoarders or Intervention.
A while ago, I was thinking about how a lot of people have 365 days of blogging type blogs. One in particular is 365 Days of Dining. That would have been my dream job. Except that I write more about shoes than I do about food. I considered the possibility of writing a 365 days of shoes blog. Each day, I would post pictures of a different pair of shoes, describe them, and maybe talk about where/when I bought them, or a memory of one of the times I’ve worn them. I’m not sure how many pairs of shoes I own. Not 365. But if I run out, I could always start taking pictures of other people’s shoes, or shoes that I see in a store.
The problem is, I’ve barely had time lately to write regular posts on this blog. And that one time I attempted to start another blog, it failed. I mean I did start a blog where I wrote about TV shows and movies but it only lasted four months because it was just impossible to keep up. I would imagine a shoe blog would be easier to manage, seeing as I already have the shoes so half the work is already done.
I likely won’t pursue this idea because I know I probably won’t have time for it. Also I’m sure if I were to do it, you would judge me. You know, even more than you already do now. Which I’m fine with. My friend who accompanied with me to both shoe sales doesn’t judge me because our friendship is based upon no judgement. Although I’ve realized that can be a dangerous thing if you happen to have an addictive personality. She’s pretty much my enabler. If she hadn’t driven me to Army & Navy and helped me carry my bags, I would not have been able to make the purchases that I did.
As I sit here now, I’m not even wearing my new shoes or boots yet. I’m wearing my old ones. Which I love. But the reason I’m not wearing new ones is because a lot of them are still sitting in the trunk of her car. Because I couldn’t bring them all into the house at once because I didn’t want my family to see them. When you start to hide things, is that the sign of a problem? My friend said she would start calling me Imelda Marcos now and I informed her that my dad has been calling me that for years. I’ll just blame it on Shoe Warehouse, my second mall job, because it was when I worked there that my love for shoes emerged into the chaotic mess it is today.
My friend who doesn’t judge me almost thought of staging an intervention. But she decided against it since that would have been a form of judgement. I guess when someone who doesn’t judge you wants to stage an intervention, that’s the sign of a problem. But I’m not at the acceptance stage yet. I think I’m still just in denial. Which is an okay place to be. I’m not sure what rock bottom looks like. Perhaps it’s when I start going to sales by myself and buy more than I can carry? Or when I fall and become buried under a pile of my own shoes and can’t escape? Or when my Visa gets declined because I’ve maxed it out on shoes? But none of those things have happened. Yet.
At this point, I have cut myself off. No more shoes. Or boots. Especially boots. I bought a lot of boots. I may force myself to return a couple pairs. I felt total judgement was upon me the entire time I was shopping, both from the employees and from the other customers. But I didn’t care. Nothing mattered except the good deals I was getting on my boots. And I justified it by the fact that some people spend a few hundred dollars on one pair, while I was getting several pairs at $50 or less per pair. That makes sense, right?
We really should have gone to Army & Navy first. If we had, I would have bought less at the shoe sale in Burnaby. Or probably not even have gone to it. But I was informed about it by friends and so I attended the shopping event at Gizeh Shriners Hall. At first, I was complaining about the lack of size 8′s. But then I proceeded to locate every size 8 I possibly could. Let’s just say, these were not my proudest moments. Saturday was an expensive day.
But yes. I am cut off. No more footwear. Unless it’s socks. I’m always in need of more socks. And that’s not an obsession, that’s just a necessity, since I’m constantly losing pairs every time I do laundry. And I don’t think anyone ever went into debt from buying too many socks. Although watch me somehow be the first. But I’m not in debt and I will pay my Visa bill on time and I will refrain from buying anymore shoes or boots for a while. I could probably get away with not buying anymore ever. But for now I’ll just see how long I can wait. Anyone want to place any bets on how long I can go without buying new shoes? I promise if I win the bet, I won’t spend the money on footwear.