leave your inhibitions at the door
Last week was my three year anniversary of joining my current job. The job itself is fairly low stress, pays well, and the people I work with have been (mostly) a dream. It’s the same type of work and industry I’ve been in for a long time so the transition was a breeze. The biggest change, however, was the switch from working in an office to working from home full-time.
There are the obvious perks of the 30 second commute, saving on gas, and more free time. But I also started saving a lot more by not buying office-appropriate clothes and paying their necessary dry cleaning bills. It was so refreshing to be able to walk into a store, pick out clothes, and not have to think, “Wait, can I wear this to work, too?” I could buy just one set of clothes and they were all what I would wear in my free time. With all the savings, I was able to buy…
…more expensive versions of my casual clothes.
Of course, I had to buy more casual shoes to match. What, was I going to wear dress shoes with jeans, shorts, and sweats? I had to buy sneakers. In different colors. For different occasions. Up until two years ago, I had two types – running shoes:
But really, I couldn’t wear either with jeans without looking like a tourist. All I’d need is a little purple fanny pack to complete the look. So I picked up these hot ones at the Hugo Boss store in Chicago.
Last summer I started to plan for my pilgrimage to Lollapalooza. With all the walking there, I knew I had to wear something a little more comfortable than flip flops. But I didn’t want to look like a tool in my running shoes and I didn’t want to trash my Boss sneakers in a mudpit. So I bought these counterfeit, pleather, pseudo-Pumas at a flea market for $10!!
After a while, I started thinking that my Boss sneakers were a little too skinny, flat, and definitely too white. So after months of searching, I found my perfect “going out and drinking with the guys” shoes:
But… they don’t go well with everything. So I had to get these:
As you can probably tell, I have a problem. But the important thing was that I myself know that I have too many. So six weeks ago I vowed that I would not buy any more. And I was pretty good with that promise for about a month. That’s when I saw these golf shoes:
But that’s it. No more. I refuse to live up to my heritage and be a shoe hoarder like some other famous Filipino. I’m going to save my money and buy more wine, beer, or my kids’ college education.
Seriously, that’s IT!
Except these, which I bought with a Nordstrom’s gift card that Boom Boom let out of her sight momentarily.
Do I have a problem? What would you do if you were in my – ahem – shoes? Anyone else addicted?