Thursday, January 24, 2008
T.A. #2 Introductions
Opening my closet for the first time can be somewhat of a shock for most people. Not so much the clothes that are inside, but the shoes. All kinds of shoes. High heels and kitten heels. Wedges and flats. Boots and sandals in every color imaginable. Some have called this slight obsession (their words, not mine) unhealthy. "Ellie," they say, "I've never even seen you wear most of these. Shouldn't you be investing your money in something more substantial?" I usually just roll my eyes and change the subject, because I know they will never understand. Sure, I could be using that money for other things. I really could have used some of it last month when I was in the wrong place at the wrong time and kind of, sort of nicked that scary guy's truck with my car (I still stand by my original position, by the way. He hit me. ). But, the thing is, shoes and I have a history. And who am I to break that strong bond? My black boots were there for me when Dave broke up with me and I needed to retalliate by "stepping" on his foot. My red heels were there for me when I saw him at Rob and Tiffany's engagement party and I needed to look AMAZING. And I still firmly believe that the pink ballet flats are the reason I got my job. Shoes have never let me down, which is more than I can say for most of my friends. So until they do my exploding closet will just have to continue scaring people.
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