I’m a shoe-whore, and I’ve been that since I started dressing up on my own. My Mom who is not like me used to scowl at my shoe collection, which I perfectly understood knowing that she loves and collects jewelry and fine China. I used to argue with her a lot because she saw how I was out of control and I kept accumulating shoes. She reasoned that her jewelry collection is valuable and they will appreciate as years go by, hence it is better for me to follow suit. How can I argue with that line of thought?
Nonetheless, I was unstoppable, and I’m still the same old me, who is so fond of shoes. I have this indescribable love for shoes. No, it can’t just be any shoes as I have my own specs when it comes to my choice of shoes.
I can still vividly remember my very first foray into designer shoes. I was 19 then, and it was my first trip to Hawaii. While I was already used to buying my own shoes prior to this, I only bought local brands then. My first pick was a pair of brown Cole Haan loafers (at that time every Cole Haan shoes in the marketplace were solely made in Italy). It came in the most supple leather that became a lot better with age. Needless to say, I had a lot more pairs of Cole Haan shoes added to my collection, as well as many other designer brands that I’ve grown to love. The downside to that shoe collection was, when I finally decided to move to New York for good, I left most of my shoes and gave them away. I should say, there were not that many who wanted my shoes. Reason being, my shoe size is humongous.
To each his/her own. While I love my shoes, handbags, and the many other things that a woman loves, I’m sure that most of us also have their own collection of anything that they love. One thing is for sure though. My Mom who used to frown at my shoe collection is no longer frowning. For the last three months, I’ve been doing good (in my Mom’s eyes) . She learned about my renewed love for stuff that she also loves (this will deserve a different post altogether).