I could be Carrie Bradshaw. Well, minus the recreational sexual escapades part. But I am a single gal in a city (albeit a smaller one). I’ve got the curly hair. I’ve got the cute midtown condo. I’ve got the writing thing down. I’ve got the small group of girlfriends who know me so well it’s scary.
And oh yeah, I’ve got the shoes. The shoooooes.
Granted, they aren’t designed by Jimmy Choo or Manolo Blahnik, but the are just as cute. See for your yourself.
Cute.
Cuter.
Cutest.
Tied for Cutest.
BOGO.
If you don’t know what BOGO is, shame on you. Go look it up. Now. Go quickly.
It’s hard for me to resist a BOGO weekend. I don’t necessarily need to buy; I can simply peruse the merchandise and be just as happy. Because when I’m just perusing, there’s no pressure. No decisions. Just happiness. Lots and lots of happiness. So that’s what I was going to do this weekend. I would help my friend pick out a pair or two, gush on how cute everything looked on her, and maybe salivate at a couple pair myself. But there would be no purchase. Not this weekend.
Do you believe any of this? Because I don’t.
Let’s face it. Decisions are hard, but “just perusing” is pretty darn tough, too. And besides, I had some birthday money left over for a rainy day. Granted, it was bright sunny, but I figured I could stretch the rules, right? I tried on no less than a dozen pair of shoes… and loved every single one. How is that possible? To narrow it down, I decided I had to take them for a test walk. So, with a green shoe on one foot and a grey boot on the other, I took off across the store. Going to the purse aisle, of course.
As luck would have it, the cutest (and I mean CUTEST) purses were on sale. Within minutes I had three of them hanging on my arms. But I couldn’t buy all three. Could I? No, I had to choose. Again! I quickly decided I needed to test these as well. So, with a green shoe on one foot, a grey boot on the other, a red purse on my right arm, a purple bag on my left, and an olive satchel in my hand, I set off for the corner of the store. Going to the jewelry racks, of course.
At this point, I began to think the BOGO people were conspiring against me. The jewelry was on sale too! I mean, c’mon. Give me a flippin’ chance, would ya? I don’t think I need to tell you what happened next. With a green shoe on one foot, a grey boot on the other, a red purse on my right arm, a purple bag on my left, an olive satchel in my hand, a green necklace loosely draped around my neck, and a set of dangles on my wrist, I took off for the other side of the store. Back to the shoe aisle.
It was decision time. And thank goodness I had a shopping companion. After a few giggle-filled minutes of consultation, I had come to a conclusion. The green shoes and the grey boots were just too attached to me at this point–they had been with me the longest and it wouldn’t be fair to separate us now. And the green shoes deserved the green satchel. And the green necklace completed the ensemble. And ooookay, the red purse was icing on the cake.
And all this for less than what I had available to spend (birthday money, remember). Did I mention that I love BOGO?
Considering this list was once three handbags, a necklace, a set of bracelets, and… count them… twelve pairs of shoes, I’d say I did a pretty good job.
Carrie Bradshaw would think so. And what’s good enough for Carrie is good enough for me.
