All these super cheap shoes, accessories and clothing are doing my bank balance in.
Heading out purely for necessities (running shoes) I got sidetracked by some majorly good prices and had to hold myself back with rarely displayed discipline. Although, that was probably just because the parking meter was ticking and fines are not cheap.
I went to Off Broadway Shoes with housemate Devoir as he needed to buy some new runners and since he had no vehicle (and at the time I did) and I had left my old runners at home I chauffeured him there. We parked out the back and my jaw slackened and my eyes shone as I surveyed the massive warehouse with rows upon rows of shoes in neat aisles.
I darted around like an excited child with only 30 seconds to get as many lollies as possible in a lolly shop. I started with the running shoes and I could not believe the prices. They were pretty much all in the $50 – $70 price range. As I walked past shoe after shoe I wondered how on earth running shoes can cost three times as much in Australia.
I exercised restraint and only bought the runners and a pair of beige flat lace-up sandals. However, during a power-shop at GAP a little later, I found a couple of tops on sale and way discounted.
I have a feeling that my penchant for shoes is going to see me purchasing lots more. I mean, when they are at these prices, you can afford to have a shoe fetish.
High heels instantly add wow to an outfit. You could have some rather simple, casual outfit on, and then add some skyscraper heels and instantly achieve something far more glamorous.
I am a high heel aficionado. I have about 50 pairs of heels and most times I love wearing them. Although, I have to admit that as I’m getting older, I am finding my time spent in high heels is dwindling as I go for more boring comfortable fast (ie flat) shoes.
At a recent event in the city, I noticed a growing trend, that of the transit pair. Flat shoes emerged from handbags whenever we went to walk from one bar to the next. Usually they were a pair of thongs that would replace a nicer pair of heels, or sometimes little ballet flats to replace a more spectacular pair of heels.
Regardless, with the larger handbags of today, there is plenty of room to carry a transit pair. Perhaps a more sensible option, but I still can’t part with my fabulous shoes once they’re on, even for a few hundred metres.
It’s 38 days until I move to LA and in preparation I am taking a fashion trip down sentimental lane.
I will freely admit to anyone that I am a hoarder. I won’t get rid of clothes, shoes or accessories because I come up with an excuse, such as:
I might fit into it when I lose weight one day
I might fit into it when I put on weight one day
It would make a great costume for a fancy dress party (that I never get invited to)
My mythical someday daughter will see me in a photo and wish I’d kept the outfit because it is suddenly retro cool again
It has a story such as “Oh, but I got this poncho in Bolivia from a little old lady in full Quechua dress at the market”
I even have some makeup that my aunt gave me when I was in early high school, and I still use it, on the occasion that I need some bright 80s eyeshadow.
I don’t know how long I’ll be in LA for, but I’m taking advantage of my current “clear it out, give it away” mentality to do a sweep of my wardrobe so there isn’t so much temptation to squeeze it into my luggage. So far so good. I’ve managed to part with four pairs of shoes, a handbag, a long formal dress, a suit, a skirt, two hats, a scarf and a few belts. And that was just to one friend.
I’m setting aside more things for my 10 year old cousin (who already has a size 8 foot and will soon fit into my size nines) and her dress up box. Mum has already said that she’ll have whatever is left over.
So while people are getting excited as to what they might be able to find in my wardrobe, the sad news for them is that I will still be taking the best and most loved things with me. There will always be room in my luggage for my dress of dresses, the incredible multi-coloured heels, my white hat, my motorcycle handbag, silver crysacolla ring from Mexico and the Bolivian poncho.
This hoarder’s going to hit LA and commit a major fashion faux pas, but what the heck!