After God, family and life, my other love is dedicated to shoes - leather, suede, patent to satin, I love them all. I know every woman has this natural affiliation with shoes and diamonds. I have this notion that diamonds makes you age if you’re not over 30, so my material love is solely dedicated to shoes and handbags.
Do you get this rush of happiness or your heart seems to skip a beat when you see a pair of lovely shoes?
Do you immediately match shoes up with outfits you own even when you haven’t bought them or need a new pair of shoes?
Do you use the "it’s an investment" phrase when you see a pair of shoes you absolutely love but cannot necessarily afford?
Ladies, if your answer to this entire question is a yes, I can officially offer you a diagnosis: you are a victim of occasional shoegasm. Shoegasm is the feeling you get when you see the most amazing/beautiful/stunning pair of shoe imaginable.
I must confess I am victim of this euphoria and my most recent experience happened when I was walking down South Molton Street in London about 3 weeks and looked into the shop window of Gianmarco Lorenzi. I saw the most amazing shoes I have ever seen in my life. My heart literally skipped a beat and I did not realise I called out Jesus so loud a passerby gave me a pretty weird look.
This shoeboot is so lush, it was like shoe candy calling out for me. I couldn’t explain it, all I knew was I had to have this pair. I went into the shop to try them on. Once they were on my feet, I did not want to let them go. I was already matching them up with outfits in my wardrobe thinking how happy I would make these shoes if I became their owner. And the sales assistant did not help either; she built up my ego so much on (which she really did not need to because I was in love already) I felt like Cinderella with fabtastic shoes. I was pretty chuffed with myself, thinking no matter what, I have to have these.
To seal the deal, I finally asked how much the masterpiece was and the sales assistant said with a reassuring smile it's just £3,000. My heart dropped. I was heartbroken instantly; I kindly told the lovely girl who served me that I wasn’t going to purchase them and walked out briskly. It was a sad day for me. I got home and raved on about the shoe to my mates who laughed at me for even considering saving to get such a shoe. This brought me to the conclusion that not all ladies suffer from shoegasm.
So if anyone out there shares my pain I would love to hear your thoughts or even if you’ve had a similar experience, please don’t hesitate to share.