Hi, my name is Jessica, and I am a shopaholic.
After not having shopped for
four three about two whole months, I made the #badlifechoice of going into Zara. Hungover. A winning combination, if ever one existed. Upon entering the store, I immediately fell hopelessly and passionately in love. Then it happened again, and again, and again.
That’s right, I accidentally left with four pairs of shoes.
After a shopping bender such as this one, I feel it necessary to appease my guilt by confessing my sins, appealing to the fashion gods for forgiveness and acceptance. Tell me I need them! Tell me it’s ok! We shopaholics must band together. I believe it’s an ancient Grecian proverb that states:
Those who over-shop must support others who over-shop.
… or something like that.
Note: I tried this tactic with my mother. It didn’t work.
But you know what? Cable, shmable, I always say. I might be living without television, but life is all about priorities. And shoes, my friend, are a priority.
Honestly, I was a little iffy at first on the Lady Gaga-esque sky high platforms, so to further justify my purchase (aside from the fact that they’re amazing) I put together this outfit that absolutely could not exist without them. It just… couldn’t.
Because it isn’t enough to just wear man-repelling platforms that make the Spice Girls look like amateurs… you must pair them with socks. Now that is what I call a statement.
Bonus points for the winking left breast.
Good luck out there, folks. Stay strong. Don’t do as I did. (Or do. You deserve it!)