I decide to go shoe-shopping. At Goodwill.
I know what I'm looking for: leather, minimal heel, dressy enough to wear with skirts, ideally tan or a similarly neutral color.
I am not here to buy clothes, but I can't resist looking around. I talk myself out of red corduroy pants, a polyester blouse, several garish sweaters, and a set of Anastasia juice glasses.
I find the shoes. There are several promising-looking pairs, which I try on. Curses. Why do old ladies have to have such small feet? I find a suitable pair in more-or-less my size. They fit. I mentally class them as irredeemably old-ladyish.
I buy them anyway.
Justification: they will only look like old-lady shoes if I wear them with old-lady clothes. As long as I dress like a young, hip fashion maven (instead of the batty old cat lady trapped in the body of a college student that I actually am), people will assume that they are Vintage Footwear. No one will suspect that they are actually old-lady shoes from Goodwill! ...right?
...right?!
3 comments:
Right! I think so. I happen to think it's COOL that you're doing that. Saving money is cool anyway. Oh, Kylie, always talking yourself out of buying things. It's Goodwill, you can splurge a little!
Yes, but if I don't talk myself out of things occasionally, I end up with a bunch of weird clothes that don't match anything and don't fit in my closet.
take a picture of the shoes...with your feet in them, and I will tell you if they work.
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