Blog - Sunday, November 22, 2009
Early Signs of a TRUE Shoe Addict
Once upon a time there was a very precious little girl...
And that's how they get you, at the beginning, with a fairytale. It always starts out the same way and ends with a fairy princess in a glamorous, glittery gown and a pair of super shiny, sparkly, usually silvery shoes. And then the most unbelievably, magical thing in the world happens--to You. Your mom buys you your very own pair. You know the ones. They were either a present or a reward (for being good or helping out), but that part never really seemed to matter, because when you're 5, 6, 7, or 8 years old all you really care about is that new shoe box in your hands.
Now, the average child would have ripped the lid clear off that box in less than two seconds but not you, you knew there was something really special waiting inside. As you carefully placed it in front of you with the biggest look of anticipation on your face, your eyes widening, heart pounding, you almost forget to breathe. It's not until your mom says, "Well, go ahead and open it," do you dare to look inside. Slowly you lift the lid, peeking with one eye first and then the other, gently you peel back the tissue paper not knowing what you'll find. And then as if all your hoping and wishing instantly came true, you see the most wonderful pair of fairy princess shoes in the whole wide world, the universe really. They are pink or purple or silver or gold or white, or any color they make, it doesn't make a difference. They have glitter or jewels (pieces of colored glass) or ribbon or flowers or hearts or all of the above on them. They are ballet type slippers or sandals or jelly shoes or little tiny heels, but that's neither here nor there, because the best thing about them is...they are YOURS! And your mommy gave them to you, so basically, it's her fault you are a shoe addict.
Oh come on now, I know a lot of people tend to blame their mothers for their short comings, but this time we might just be able to pin this one on her and make it stick. I mean, if you think logically about it, on that faithful princess shoe night didn't she let you sleep in your new shoes? And not just on that night but every night until the novelty of them wore off (I wore mine to bed for about 6 months, I think). Plus, didn't she allow you to wear them with every outfit you owned? I'm not sure that ballet slippers go with a snowsuit, gloves, and a scarf in the middle of January (in 8 inches of snow) in Michigan. Alas, I lived to tell this tale. And let's not forget what inevitably happened next. You wore them so much they literally fell apart. Or even worse, you outgrew those very shoes. How could that be?
If this happened to you and you merely moved on to your next pair of princess shoes, there's a good chance you may not actually be a shoe addict, not a true one anyway. But if like myself you lost sleep, couldn't or refused to eat, gathered up your tattered shoe remnants or stole YOUR princess shoes back from your younger sister (outgrew, my tushy), then I'm sure your therapist will agree that this may have marked the beginning of your addiction. And to that I say, "The best therapy is SHOE THERAPY". So, it's not a crime to be over the age of 18 (25, 30, 35, 40, ?) and still have your very first pair of fairy princess shoes. Go ahead and display them along with the rest of your massive shoe collection and know you're not alone. You are amongst friends, other TRUE shoe addicts that is. Don't fret about it, simply grab your credit cards and let's go shoe shopping 'cause we all know, It's a Shoe Thang!
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