Shoes Blues

Before I was a footwear addicted shopaholic, I had a hate-hate relationship with shoes. My growing up years were plagued with ill-fitting footwear. Whether they were hand-me-downs or brand new, I always seem to miss the size.

And missing the size meant blisters and uncomfortable unsightly callouses. Not to mention awkward mix match with whatever I wore.

But that was then. My sense of style is not directly proportional to my purchasing power; and so is my propensity to buy. So I satisfied myself with whatever I and my Mom have.

I remember the awful migraine that went with footaches. I now surmise that the slip-on oxfords which were two sizes small were hitting my pedi-pressure points.

At present, I am absolutely into footwear. Lucky enough to buy my own, no more hand-me downs, only missing a size in one pair out of ten.

Bank love

By the end of the year I hope to pay-off 75% of my credit card debts. Banks love me, they send me credit cards without application and they call to tell me it’s been sent. For a long time, my affair with credit cards grew from love-love to love-hate to indifference.

I stashed them away, and I don’t remember where they are now, but that shouldn’t matter because I intend to live on and pay in cash.

It started with Mommy giving me full credit extension on three of her cards so I can buy groceries for her. The groceries turned into personal shopping needs, and then my employment status gave me liberty to own my personal credit account.

From there, everything was a blurry turn of events which now led to this.

My extensive knowledge of banking and finance backed my confidence to splurge. It was, in essence, only banking and finance, not the economics of credit. Despite my mismanagement, banks continue to love me, after all, my payments are always updated.

But when I write down my statement of assets and liabilities, I want to cry and plea for insolvency. However, I can not do that because I am gainfully employed; my finances are simply haywire.

Honestly, I don’t know how many cards I own and how much credit limit I have for each and the expiration dates and billing cycles. They are so many and I have been so mindless that I failed to keep these information. I don’t even look at the bills anymore, I stash them away with everything else I don’t want to see.

I don’t remember the things I bought on credit, and I don’t want to look back. This is some nightmare I don’t want to prolong, that is why I put all my cards away even the new ones they send me.

I enjoyed reading about this in the Shopaholic Series, I didn’t realize I enjoyed it because I am Becky Bloomwood in real life, unfortunately, I’m not engaged to a filthy rich advertising magnate.

Halter straps misery

I bought a white and blue printed top yesterday and wore it to work today. It’s something I don’t usually wear and it’s wonderful. It could have been more wonderful had I worn the right strapless bra. Some bras just don’t deliver. It keeps sliding down, I’m not sure if I lost weight or Wacoal just failed to deliver this time.

The best strapless bra would have to be from Triumph. It has three horizontal straps that nice enough to show with a backless top. It’s never slid off, never, not even half an inch. But the off thing about it is the halter strap; sure it’s detachable but I couldn’t opt to it. Halter straps cause my blood circulation to slow down making me dizzy and nauseous the whole time.

Most girls probably share the same predicament I have with halter straps, and we all are, says Halle Berry, fashion’s slave. No matter how painful it is, as long as it looks good.

My slavery begins and ends with footwear. I can never bear migraines caused by slow circulation because it makes me look like a racoon, and that’s not beautiful.

Foot sores, I can endure, a bandage is always nearby.

Doggie slippers

Yesterday I bought a pair of rattan heeled sandals and thought it might not be a good idea to own it on this weather; I was right because it’s been raining hard all day. I couldn’t move fast enough to save me from getting wet despite my sunny umbrella because my heels are high and I don’t want to ruin my new pair.

So I bought a new pair of slippers so I could walk from one building to another without worry. They’re so cute with little dog house prints. It’s been a while since I last bought a pair of rubber slippers decent enough to wear somewhere.

I’m not really a fan of expensive rubber slippers, they’re just slippers, and mind you, rubber slippers may aggravate arthritis and varicositis. If you keep wearing them all the time, especially after a long day, that’s why I prefer fluffy slippers at home, it’s warm and comfy.

But that is not to say I’m not buying one of those expensive slippers, I will have to soon because I have a discount coupon and I’m a sucker for good bargains.

Shotgun buy

The search for the most happening platform wedge and tan flat boots resulted to a pair of woven high-heeled sandals.

It was a shotgun buy because a co-worker had to return a pair of shoes but she doesn’t have time to look for something in exchange so I agreed to cover for her and buy for myself. I bought it in semi-haste; I just told our guard I’ll be at the restroom.

Though this pair is not for this season; it’s been raining everyday. Drenching this rattan heeled sandals will cause it to flake, good heavens! please no!

New stuff

A pair of cheap not-so-fluffy bedroom slippers, demi-pearl earrings and crystal encrusted metal headbands; stuff I bought at Mall of Asia department store. Many will disagree that these are necessities but I contend that:

* I need a new pair of bedroom slippers because my existing pair is a year old and sticky;

* a girl needs a pair of pearl earrings regardless of it’s ageing illusion. There are days I need to look like a first lady of the country;

* Metal headbands are perfectly subtle and useful to adorn and keep my newly permed curly locks.

I find every reason for a new purchase, and not just because I want it. Most sales jobs require agents to create a need, I’d be damned if I can’t sell an idea.