And A Moment of Materialism…

Every time I leave my apartment I fall in love… deep, violent, passionate, gut-twisting love… with at least eight different shoes, bags, or outfits. I walk past D&G (twice), Hermes, Gucci, LV (French, I know, but…), Furla… and those are just the big boys- countless boutiques with charming displays and brightly colored (SPRING!) leather goods sing their siren songs from ever corner.
On the plus side, these love affairs are fleeting and, happily for my purse (both in its contents and in its lack of a replacement…), unrequited. I like to think that yearning for unattainable things is good to do every now and then- building up the Recession Mentality In These Trying Times and all that. But mostly I just tell myself that because that beautiful, beautiful, beautiful bag in the window costs more than my rent… and Anna’s rent… for two months. Soooo there’s that.

And I hope you don’t think less of me but at least I warned you that this would be a materialistic indulgence post! I blame the teenagers (who were EXTRA soul-sucky today… I don’t even know how that is possible but…). I promise to write about social justice or the nature of Truth next time! However, until then, shoes are pretty, shiny, and plentiful!