shoe fetish

When being introduced to a group of people for the first time, one friend will usually refer to another using terms such as "hilarious,""charming," and of course (with respects to the Boston accent) "wicked smart." For my introduction, the term "shoe fetishist" somehow always manages to sneak in.

While this has become a bit of an inside joke within my circle of friends, I'll be the first to admit that it's not exactly all that far from the truth. My passion for shoes has gone far beyond the reaches of a mere obsession- it can be better defined as an addiction. Hence why I find it only appropriate to introduce this topic early in my postings.

While one may assume this to be a rather expensive addiction, I pride myself on my ability to bargain shop for shoes above almost any other talent. I practically list it on my resume. When I say "bargain shop", I am not necessarily implying that a girl must dig through a bin of tarnished and dusty heels at a second hand store. I find the most important thing to do, actually, is to aim high.

When it comes to my shoes, I have never had to sacrifice style in name of another financial commitment. Taking note of the latest trends on the street helps to train one's eye, making them more familiar and more comfortable with what's hot (and practical) this season. Believe it or not, stores like Payless Shoe Source and Target get the exact same styles in as Nordstrom and Macy's- just minus the designed label and, more importantly, the price tag.

Shoe shopping can best be compared to hunting- you have to know what you're looking for before you can pick up the gun. Shooting into the dark is not what usually brings down the prized buck. My advice is to take note of those latest styles, and go looking specifically for them. If it's a new pair of heels you need, try not to get distracted by trying on sneakers. If you just NEED those new Steve Maddens, don't give up after the first store.

And never settle for less- there are far too many pairs of shoes in my closet whose soles are nearly unmarked. If you don't love them, don't buy them.

Given all this, my assumed wisdom on the subject, I actually don't feel a bit wiser. Yes, I may have those few extra dollar bills crumpled up in my pocket, had a couple extra iced coffees and have even maintained a constant stash of Trident. But that still doesn't discriminate my secret #2 life goal- owning that pair of silver Manolo Blahniks.