My shoes

I have a passion for shoes, some might say I have a slight obsession. 

It all started when I was around twelve and my mum let me go shopping with my friends in the local city shopping centre by myself. I spent all my pocket money on shoes and started to build up quite a collection. Although mostly in those days it was trainers and ballet pumps that I owned, as I grew up so did my shoe collection. It developed into "Every outfit needs a new pair of shoes."

To my dad's despair I would leave them laying in the hall, four or five pairs at least would be taking all the room up in our tiny hallway. He would often shout at me "Kylie, how many pairs of feet do you have?" He would chuck them up the stairs, throw them into the dingy under-stairs cupboard, and even throw them out into the front garden. Yes, many of argument over the years would be on the subject of my shoes.

My parents even brought me a shoe rack for my room so I could store all my shoes nicely. However this just encouraged me to buy more in order to fill the rack up. I quickly gained more and more pairs. My parents even brought me my first designer pair, Jimmy Choo's (I am terrified to wear them, as they are my babies.)So therefore they are a little bit to blame.

As soon as I got my first part time job during my six form days, most my wages would go on shoes and then of course clothes to match these shoes. 

When I came to uni however I made a promise to myself not to buy any more shoes. I decided enough was enough, and I kept this promise, until it was my birthday and with the money I got given I brought another 5 pairs (amongst other things.) Ok I have an addiction; I even have a part time job as well as uni in order to fund this dreadful habit. I nearly had a panic attack over Christmas, when going ice skating and I had to hand over my new shoes to the chavy looking young guy behind the counter, I literally said to him: "I know your probably just going to throw them into the rack, but please, please be careful they are new and I love them." He looked at me like I was crazy, then without a hesitation chucked them into the rack. 

It has now got to be seriously worrying, as I have no room in my tiny bedroom to put all of my shoes. They are all displayed around my bed, in the shoe rack, in the wardrobe; I have shoes spilling out of every corner of the room. 

Why do I need so many? Well the answer is quite simple, I am a female, I need something to cheer me up when I feel sad, something to congratulate myself with when I've done well, and something to save for. It’s much better to treat myself to something I can keep forever, rather than buy Ben and Jerry's and pig out when I’m down or go out binge drinking. However I have vowed to myself no more shoes! 45 pairs is enough now. I mean it this time.... 

Although I do have a fabulous new dress for a birthday party this Friday, so I may need to get some fabulous new shoes to match. 

Kylie xXx