thought of the day.

when i grow up, i want to be Blair Waldorf.

the majority of items on my spring/summer '08 shopping list consists of shoes.

i blame the sudden intensity of my footwear fetish on Jenn - the woman adores her shoes as much as i worship my makeup shrine. maybe 'obsessed' would be a far more suitable adjective.



what is it about pretty shoes?

it is a certain kind of thrill that your average male will never comprehend:


the intricate & delicate adornments and embellishments

the intoxicating scent of new, unworn leather

the shivers that shoot through your spine as you slip your feet into a brand new pair, untouched and unworn... very much like a virgin, when you think about it

the way your legs instantly look longer, slimmer, sexier

the quickening of your pulse as you exchange money for the beautiful babies that you know, without a flicker of doubt, will take precedence over the 130919 pairs you already own (until next week's shopping spree, anyway)



like eating and sleeping, walking is part of our everyday lives. we might as well do it in style.