Diet Secrets of a Fashion Addict
Today was a great day.
Starting my post with that line may seem like a big call, but this is a story that needs to be told. On reflection, today may not exactly match that hot and humid day in New York when I beat a path to pay homage to the King of Designer Shoes – Manolo Blahnik, only to find every summer strappy sandal in the store priced at 50% off. With pleading eyes to my benefactor (read husband – the only person on earth who really knows how many pairs of shoes I own) and with a stash of 5 pairs of brand new shoes all snapped up at bargain prices already safely tucked into my suitcase, I realised this was my one and only chance to own a real pair of manolos at the bargain basement price of $250 US dollars. To all those who scoff (this will be all heterosexual men), they are called “Espinada” and make me feel like a princess. I damn well should have bought five pairs. There are just some crucial moments in a girl’s life when slipping on a pair of divine shoes is truly the only cure for the mean reds. I also have a pair of sky-high mock croc hot pink stillettos that were secured at a frenzied David Jones stocktake sale – this was another one of those “great day moments”. These Stuart Weitzman (read hot Spanish shoe designer) beauties will forever be affectionately known as my prostitite shoes – guarrenteed to attract attention and solicit offers from strangers to stroke my feet. However this,, along with an aggravated hip injury from dancing non-stop to the “Bus-Stop” at a work function has somewhat tarnished the glow of these shoes.
But today was not about shoes, it was about securing a chilli-red jersey eyelet detail dress from Country Road. Lust had set in for this dress the moment I received in my hot little hands a copy of the Country Road ‘new season’ catalogue. As lunchtime rolled around, I had hatched a plan. I was located mere blocks from a store that was ‘babysitting’ my dress. Whilst my deep green suede slingbacks were murdering my toes, I could not let pain, lack of sustenance, a full bladder, a seriously dodgy bank balance or the hordes of lunching city workers impede my progress. I am relieved to report the red dress has found a loving home with me, and because like Angelina Jolie, I believe in spreading my benovelence to the lost and orphaned, I also formally adopted a cropped cream jacket, three new tops and a black leather belt.
You may still be wondering what this fashion addict’s diet secrets are? With literally minutes to spare of my lunchbreak, I estimate I burned over a 1000 calories powerwalking back to the office and had only enough time to take a few frenzied gulps of diet coke and gnaw on a handful of nourishing breath mints, salvaged from the bottom of my bag. You see, the need to hunt down that gorgeous dress or essential pair of shoes overrides any other primary urges a woman may have.
Remember girls – any hunger can be sated by a shopping spree.
M.R. said,
August 9, 2007 at 1:17 am
You have way too much time on your hands