The Pain! The Agony!

I love shoes.

This may or may not be something that you already know about me. Also, I love expensive shoes. I've always had champagne tastes and once upon a time, I worked two jobs to keep myself in all the latest and greatest of everything. And then I still couldn't make rent so I subbed it for the mall version of the latest and geratest of everything. Which is how I live today.

See this shoe?

 It's from Bakers. Oh, how I love Bakers! It's maybe 3 years old. I even have the box that it came in because that's how I keep my shoes. So someone please explain why I discovered this today.

What is that?!?
My shoe. My poor, poor shoe. And the saddest part is that these are my only black closed-toe pumps. So, as much as I hate to say it, I have to go shopping.


*Giggle* I. have. to. go. shopping.


IHAVETOGOSHOPPIIIIIIIIIINNNNNNNNNGGGGGGGGG!!!!!!!!!!!!!


Especially, since I live *this close* to our area's Town Center. There are 100s of stores that I'll get to browse and meander through. We have a Nordstroms. A Nordstroms!! Did you know that the Nordstroms in New York City has its own ZIP CODE! 



Oh! I'm bouncing like a puppy for treats. I haven't bought new shoes since my dad was in town and I treated myself to these beauties. That's serious restraint, people. Heath Ledger's Joker Serious.

Reality Check

In the excitement over realizing that I could, in fact, fit into my Buckle jeans again. I forgot to take one very important thing into consideration. The fact that all my jeans were "worn". You know "worn", don't you? Not dirty but not freshly laundered.

Well, my jeans were worn and not freshly laundered. So last night, I washed all my jeans and because I was feeling especially cocky, I put them in the dryer.

This morning when I woke, I had the cutest outfit picked out that involved my most favorite jeans. I pranced around until 7:12 only to find out that GASP!! they wouldn't go on. It was ridiculous. The wrangling. The cringing. The utter insanity. I spent so much time trying to put on these stupid jeans that I didn't have time do my hair and makeup.

By 7:27, I was at a loss for what to wear because if these didn't fit that meant none of the others would either. I would have called off work but my phone was DOA so I did what any self-respecting woman would do. I dug through the tote of forgotten garments for my SPANX. (dunh-dunh-duuuunnnnnhhhhh!!!!)

The sadness was palpable. Even my pups looked at me with sad eyes. People, I'm wearing Spanx and these jeans are still stealing my life force.

*heavy sigh*