Let me set the scene for you. This past Saturday my friend Jordan solicited me into going shopping with her so she could buy a pair of shoes for her office's holiday party. If we're going to be totally honest here, she didn't really have to twist my arm (it's no secret that shoe shopping is one of my favorite activities), but with the holidays just around the corner, my money should be spent on buying presents for family and friends. AKA, I should not be feeding my shoe addiction.
But my girl needed some company and I figured I could be in close proximity to cute shoes without dropping some cash, so no big deal...right?
Wrong. After our little trip to the mall, I'm finally coming to terms with the fact that the self control I exhibit in basically every other aspect of my life completely goes out the window when I'm in a 10 mile radius of a cute shoe store... actually putting me in the same room with shoes and you're just asking for trouble.
When all was said and done, we collectively purchased several pairs of shoes, though none were for Jordan's work party (she ended up borrowing a pair from my closet, meaning we didn't have to go to the mall in the first place). So mission unaccomplished.
However I scored an awesome pair of gold studded Steve Madden loafers, AND I think the purchase is justified because as I mentioned a few weeks ago, I need more flats in my closet. So it's totally okay, right?