I need to confess something…

Yes, I might be out of a job…but I want nothing more to buy fabulous *new* shoes. Call it superficial…call it what you want. When life hits the fan, some people turn to comfort food or to their spirituality, others to working out. Not necessarily my thing. Me? I want nothing more than to blow a stupid amount of cash on a ridiculous pair of heels. Maybe it’s the fact that my (professional) life was all about shoes for the past two and a half years and I maybe slightly abused my employee “perks” (yes, that’s what we’ll call them) and my feet are yearning for something more these days…like the ones with the red soles (wink wink husband..those are what I affectionately call “Loubies”).

I know my parents raised me better than this. I know it’s probably not the best decision I could make right now. To be quite honest, there is a very small part of me that thinks this ranks right up there with spending your unemployment checks on booze. Trust me…I learned all about financial responsibility the hard way. Turns out becoming a regular at Coach and at Nordstrom wasn’t the best decision I could have made with my first credit card. I remember that Christmas well…my parents returned every.single.present that they had for me and graciously loaned me cash to pay off my (stylish) debt. Learned my lesson that day and have never made that mistake again.

So why is there this part of me that can’t wait to walk through the doors at Neiman’s tomorrow and head straight to my favorite department, pick out the loves of my life, and walk out temporarily satisfied with a ridiculous pair of heels? Yes, I’m talking about the ones with the red soles.