In my world, a great pair of shoes and a hot handbag are always worthy splurges.
This obsession with fancy (i.e., expensive) footwear is a relatively new one. Blame it on the diamond that Bruce slid on my finger six years ago. It transformed me, not into a bridezilla but into a princess, in much the same way Cinderella's glass slipper did for her.
I became obsessed with finding the perfect pair of sparkly, strappy sandals to wear on my wedding day. And I found them on a chance trip to a department store in the salon section. Salon is another word for expensive. More expensive than my car payment at the time, if I remember correctly.
And so I passed up those shoes and looked elsewhere for a less expensive pair that were as beautiful and as perfect as my solemate.
But nothing set my heart aflutter like those shoes. I felt like Stuart Weitzman had designed them especially for me. I dreamed about them. I visited them. I longed for them. I talked about them incessantly.
Which probably explains why Bruce went ahead and bought the lovely shoes for me. (By then, they were on sale, but they were still three figures. My first-ever pair of three-figure shoes.) Isn't love grand?
Those shoes begat a collection of fabulous footwear and accessories that some might call an obsession.
Stuart walked me down the aisle. Kate carries my burdens every day. I one day dream of stepping out with Jimmy or Manolo.
I don't have too many shoes or handbags to count, but too many to admit to as a bargainista blogger. Just trust me when I say it's not enough and that I got them all on sale.
Actually, I've reined in my shoe and bag obsession quite a bit since having a child. And that's quite a feat since my feet grew and never shrunk after my pregnancy. So, I'm really due a new shoe wardrobe.
(Those two bags I bought at the Kate Spade Outlet don't count. That was a work trip, so those were "business expenses." And I haven't bought a new pair of shoes in I don't know when. I've been a good frugal girl and took mine to the cobbler for repairs.)
Oops, just remembered those slides at the online Kate Spade sample sale. The first step to conquering addiction is admitting you have a problem...
But I do still love to look and to drool over great heels and the latest "It" bag.
I love to check out Endless or the Nordstrom sale catalog, which just arrived in my mailbox last week. I also log some serious time at Saks and Neiman Marcus. But, honest, I'm just browsing.
I've also long been a fan of Simply Soles. When that catalog arrives in the mail, I pore over it like an adolescent with a Playboy. So, I was thrilled to see that company founder, Kassie Rempel, had opened her closet to share how she's wearing all the fabulous shoes she must own.
What I like about Kassie Closet is how she effortlessly blends high and low -- a pricey pair of sandals with pants from the Gap. Some killer designer patent heels with a skirt from Anthropologie. That's always been my approach to fashion.
So, when I need a fashion fix, I check out Kassie's Closet to see what she's wearing. Usually, that's enough to quell my cravings. But at the moment, I'm really jonesing for these yellow kitten heels from Butter.
But I could go for these instead, since they're on sale. Or these. Or these. Or these...
This is Amy's husband, Bruce. I have taken over the blog momentarily. Amy will return after her intervention. Or at least until after I've taken away her credit cards.