I'll Take It

 

 

 

Proenza Schouler vest . Saint Laurent skirt . Topshop shirt . Current/Elliott jeans . Zara IRO-esque sweatshirt . Dylan Kain bag . GUCCI shoes

 

I fear I've made a fatal mistake. Fatal for my fiscal affairs, that is. I do believe my purchase of a certain pair of espadrilles sporting that ever-coveted set of C's has opened the flood gates. Now that my insatiable love for designer shoes has become, even in the smallest amount, a tangible prospect, I'm pretty sure the next pair won't take long to find themselves into my wardrobe, my bank account suffering the consequences of course. It probably helps, or doesn't, depending on how you look at it, that such a purchase requires a considerable amount of saving on my part. The parental units do not support my addiction. They are good parents. Also, without a legitimate source of income, accruing an amount like, say, $752.34 (not that I calculated the tax or anything), is no easy or quick task. I don't mean to suggest that I have an illegitimate form of earning money, but an infrequent and inconsistent, though well-paying and fun babysitting job does not a Gucci-ready piggy bank make. Ah, well. I'm thinking I better keep taking advantage of the fact that I don't really need to be growing a 'life savings' at the moment. Plus, as I do love to say, life is too short for ugly shoes. And these Gucci's might just be my 2nd admittance.

Basically, if someone offered me just these few pieces in exchange for the entirety of my wardrobe (save for my most recently acquired friends)... I'd be tempted. Very tempted. I dare say they'd have made me an offer I couldn't refuse.