Tuesday, 4 December 2012
They will tempt you, they will lure you and yes, they WILL make you spend and moan in a few. For heel's sake, I'm talking about shoes! Perfectly lined up along the shop windows, with the oh so inviting words 'Sale' printed along the glass door... they entice you to forget the last tantrum you had with them.
Now i always thought i never had a fetish for shoes. But as it turns out, when i did sit down to finally clean the shoe rack, i had more than just a dusty experience - i had a realisation - that even though i did have a more than necessary collection of the 'footnotes', it wasn't really sufficient. Well, because every pair i picked up either had a heel broken, a hole for the street pebbles to find their way in, a missing strap, an uprooted sole, a pinchy side concussion..... in a gist - the shoe rack looked like an infirmary full of injured soldiers who forgot to load their guns!
Brought with the wide grinned promise of the shoe salesman of them being (un)comfortable, (non)soft,(uncomfortably)high, (1 day)sturdy, (pebble hole)flat, (peeling off)shiny, (in)famous brand, these shoes now seemed like a love affair gone sour. But then there is someone smiling in a corner - the hubby who would always nod in disapproval on seeing the 'going to buy that oh- so beautiful pair' look on my face, but would have to give in at the thought of dealing with my emotional turmoil at not having bought the 1500 bucks pair being offered at 250 bucks (now i know why the economics was defied).
So there i am with a cupboard full of shoe pairs where if lucky one would fit perfectly, while the other, well is as bad as an illegal immigrant put through torture. But then there is always the cobbler - ohhhh yes! I shall contribute to my share of increasing national income - by getting those umpteen pairs repaired ... and then make a promise to myself not to fall in the sale trap again ... or maybe after this very well known shoe shop offers its season ending stock...