My no work weekend started Saturday. I found myself twiddling my thumbs thinking of what I should do. Hmmm, why dont I raid my shoe closet and get rid of the shoes I dont really use anymore?
I know I have to do it but I have been holding off doing it for a year or so because it signals an “end” of lifestyle i have been used to. I have been struggling with this for the past few years already to no resolution.
Finally, I get out of bed and think F–k It, I’ll do it! So I tell my yaya and the downstairs maid to being out all my shoes in my cabinets and lay them out in the living room for me to choose from.
I go down after an hour, took a deep breath and just went for it. This, this, this and this. That, That and that. on and on and on. All pairs above three inches, box, all boots with heels, box. I realized wow, how Imeldific of me! never realized how many shoes I have! Lv, H, C. L. ,B.M., Fendi, Ysl, Dior, Prada, Gucci, Tory, ” sheesh no! dont leave me!” half of me was saying; but I resolutely put them in their boxes.
With a sigh I told my trustworthy driver to bring them all to the convent. I called the mother superior and told her to expect a LOT of shoes. She said thank you! we will give it to the Mangyans. I said” Uh sister, maybe you should organize a garage sale instead. They could still fetch a pretty penny and I will just give u another set for the Mangyans. ”
So with a heavy heart I stare at the rest of my shoe collection– servicable Geox high heels, office heels I call them, my comfortable studded Valentinos also for the office and meetings,flats, loafers and rubber shoes. I wanted to cry. No more pretty shoes.
So to comfort myself , I go to Rustan’s. As I walk around aimlessly with my personal shopper I stop and stare.. a bright pinkish red with green accent C.L. ( the one with the red buttom) pair was sitting there staring at me, calling me! i quickly glanced at the heel, Oh thank God it was a block one inch heel! I left Rustans sipping my shaken black tea with grapefruit and honey a happy camper indeed.
On the way home, I realized, my life indeed has changed, i will not say for the better nor for the worse, but it did change and just like my C.L.’s ; I traded my high heels for sensible one inch heels, but no matter what external changes that are happening, I know I am still me. And that is why this girlbossph will continue wearing pretty pairs— just with a max of 2 inch heels!
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