I got new shoes.
I got a new pair of shoes and that makes me very happy. Finally, my shoe style has reached the year 2003, in that this new pair has pointed (but not TOO pointed) toes. And they are sling-backs, which is always good.
I don’t know if it’s because of autumn or because of my last few months of budgetary belt-tightening, but, all of a sudden, I’m starving for new shoes and clothes. And accessories. And jewelry. Recently, friends of mine have been posting pictures of things they want on their blogs. So I’ve been wanting to do that, too. NOT because I’m soliciting gifts from my readers, but because it’s November and humans have been making lists of things to horde every November since the beginning of time.
So I started looking for online pictures of things I wanted. Pretty pictures. Because there’s no use posting a fantasy wish list without pretty pictures, is there?
That’s when I found out that I’m really, really picky. Man, I’m picky.
(My dad is reading this right now and saying, “So what’s new?” My boyfriend is reading this and flashing back to the fruitless hours he spent with me at the shoe store the other day in search of the “simple” black loafers I’ll never find.)
I always thought that, if I were rich, I’d find plenty of things to spend my money on. Now I’m seeing that that’s just not the case. There are so many ugly expensive things in the world. That’s why everything I wear is simple. Mostly solid colors, mostly classic shapes. Because I can’t find anything else. Because I’m too freaking picky. (Well, and also because I can’t afford to get new stuff all the time, so I have to stick to the less-trendy things. But still.)
After way too long searching for luxury items online – just for shoes and bags, mostly – I’d found one bag I liked. From Coach, of all places. In an ocelot print. I bookmarked the page knowing that even if I got rich, I’d never buy that bag. It was too small. Same goes for the houndstooth/white patent Guess bag I bookmarked nine search hours after that.
Maybe I’m just not looking on the right web sites. Or maybe online shopping just sucks, still, after all this time.
If I’m this picky in my fantasy life, you can imagine how hard it is for loved ones to buy me gifts. My friend Tiffany suggested that I tell everyone to get me gift certificates to Best Buy. That way, I can put them towards the purchase of the laptop that would facilitate the finishing of my second book.
However, I still haven’t given up the ghost on my illustrated fantasy wish list blog entry. When I post it, you’ll know that hours of work that went into it. Not just because of my love for you, my reader… but because I’ve become obsessed with being just as covetous and materialistic as everybody else.
