I’ve already got a weakness with jeans, lip gloss and of course, the Victoria’s Secret Semi-Annual Sale (each sale gets 6 months of marketing, it seems). But I found a new one.
I’m required to wear closed-toe shoes for my new job. And I totally don’t mind. Seriously. I’d freeze in our store in flip flops. Plus, standing all day . . . yeah, better to do that in a comfy pair of kicks. (Or, say, a nice barely-worn pair of New Balances?)
On Monday I went to work in some shoes that I don’t wear often, or for very long when I do.
They were killing me.
I was like, okay, when I get home these are so going in my “Donate to Charity” pile. But I took it a step further. I couldn’t stand it, I went to Lady Foot Locker.
How cute are those?
So now I have an excuse for another addiction!! DSW, here I come! Look out, Puma store. The down side is that I never used to have to wash socks for 6 months out of the year. I don’t hate washing socks, I just hate folding socks. I think that comes from being in a family of 7 and doing all our laundry at once and having to sort and fold a million pairs of white socks. Boys’, girls’, gold toe, red seam, tube socks, socks with a heel, Ryan’s holey stained thin ones, my fresh white fluffy ones (worn scrunched down, of course!). And at the end there would always be like 6 or 7 socks that didn’t match any of the other ones. Which we’d throw into the sock bag. And after a month or 2, we’d go through the sock bag and find matches. I hated it.
And now that I’ve stopped buying white tube socks, my socks always match each other. Of course, that may just be because I’m single and live alone. 
OMG! that stupid sock basket has been sitting in my room and i finally told mary beth to fold those socks as she does the laundry.