While there are a number of things that I am happy about, there are four things at this current moment that I'm almost giddy about....
1. I am the BEST shoe shopper in the world. As you may recall from a previous post (Kate Spade is Trying to Kill Me), I am a shoe-aholic. With that addiction being acknowledged, I went out on e-Bay and did a search on Kate Spade, which is the object of my current obsession. I found a multitude of her shoes and made bids on 2 pair, a lovely chocolate patent and a camel patent. Well, I won the bids and they arrived yesterday. Of course, I didn't pay anywhere near what the market price is for the shoes, even thought they were new and in the box. So, for those of you keeping score...in the past 2 months I have purchased 3 pairs of Kate Spade shoes for less than a single pair would be at the store at regular price. See, I AM the best shoe shopper in the world.
2. I have signed a lease and am picking up the keys on my brand new apartment in San Francisco tomorrow. This country mouse is finally moving up town!! I'm sure that I'll have more over the coming month, both good and bad, about my trials and tribulations of getting moved. But for now.... Woo Hoo!! I'm very excited!!
3. My big sister is coming to visit me in two days and is going to spend the WHOLE weekend with me!! I don't think the two of us have been out on the town together, just the two of us, for an extended period of time since I was 16 and went to visit her in her dorm room in college. The only other time I can think that we were on our own was when we drove up to visit our Grandmother, but we had my niece and nephew with us, so there wasn't a whole lot of party, party, party going on. We are going to do the wine country one day, and I even have another friend who is going to drive us so that I don't have to be designated driver this time!! And we are going to explore San Francisco and do all the fun touristy stuff together another day like Chinatown (where I'm going to pick up some chop-stick training wheels) and the cable cars and Fisherman's Wharf, and Ghiradelli Square.... I CAN'T WAIT!!!
4. Now I can't remember the last thing that I'm happy about. I had four things in mind as I was standing at the microwave heating up my Lean Cuisine, but this last one has completely slipped through the recessed of my gray matter..... If it comes back to me, I'll update the blog.
I hope all of you, my devoted readers, have happy thoughts and happy times right now as well. I like to share my joy when I have it!!
Showing posts with label Kate Spade. Show all posts
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Tuesday, April 1, 2008
Sunday, March 2, 2008
Kate Spade is Trying to Kill Me
Okay, before any of you go calling the police that there is a conspiracy on my life, let me state that I do not actually know Kate Spade or if she is a real person, but shoes that I have puchased at her store are actually trying to kill me.
Let me give you a little background. I love shoes. I love looking at shoes. I love trying on shoes. I love buying shoes. I reward myself with shoes (and books, and music, and jewelry, and food but that is for another day). Everytime I go out to the Stanford Mall I have to go by the Kate Spade store and go all dreamy over the shoes that they have. Last summer I happened upon a sale there where I purchased my first pair of Kate Spades (a beautiful pair of 3 1/2 inch heels with a cream and tan calf hair pattern). They were on sale, which is the only way I could possibly afford them and I thought I had gotten a pretty good deal, although I won't say how much I paid.
So, over the last couple of weeks while I had the Queen visiting me, she and I had to go out to the mall and eat at Long Life Noodle and pick up t-shirts for her to take back to Plano with her. Of course, we walk past Kate Spade and like a Siren song I am pulled into the store. I walk over to their display of shoes and pick up this wonderful pair of heels that are a tan leopard print. I turn them over to look at the price and I think my heart actually stopped. The original price listed was $390. Under that price was another sticker that said $50. I asked the clerk if that was the actual price or just how much was being knocked off. The answer came back with "that's the price". Well, I HAD to try them on and of the 3 pairs that they had remaining they actually had my size. As I was putting them on the clerk asked "how do they feel" and my reply was "it doesn't matter, they are beautiful!" So, needless to say, I purchased them.
Now you may be asking yourself, "so why is Kate Spade trying to kill you?"
Well, I wore my wonderful new leopard print 3 1/2 inch pumps to work yesterday, not thinking that I would have to trudge up the hill to the other office building at least once. As I'm walking in the door first thing in the morning with 2 laptops, my purse, and my lunch bag, I step in the door and step down on the edge of the dump rug that is inside the door and promptly twist my ankle. I some how manage to only bang into the door a couple of times and to not actually fall down. As the day progressed, I twisted my ankle a couple of more times, and bruised the ball of my foot when I stepped on a stone and didn't have any sort of real padding between my foot and the ground other than the thin piece of leather sole.
By the time I made it home, my arches were aching and my twisted ankle was swollen and while I may be overly dramatic regarding the conspiracy that my shoes have against me, I can only imagine what could have happened.
Today I opted for the lavender suede mules. They seem much nicer than the leopard heels, but we'll just have to see....
Let me give you a little background. I love shoes. I love looking at shoes. I love trying on shoes. I love buying shoes. I reward myself with shoes (and books, and music, and jewelry, and food but that is for another day). Everytime I go out to the Stanford Mall I have to go by the Kate Spade store and go all dreamy over the shoes that they have. Last summer I happened upon a sale there where I purchased my first pair of Kate Spades (a beautiful pair of 3 1/2 inch heels with a cream and tan calf hair pattern). They were on sale, which is the only way I could possibly afford them and I thought I had gotten a pretty good deal, although I won't say how much I paid.
So, over the last couple of weeks while I had the Queen visiting me, she and I had to go out to the mall and eat at Long Life Noodle and pick up t-shirts for her to take back to Plano with her. Of course, we walk past Kate Spade and like a Siren song I am pulled into the store. I walk over to their display of shoes and pick up this wonderful pair of heels that are a tan leopard print. I turn them over to look at the price and I think my heart actually stopped. The original price listed was $390. Under that price was another sticker that said $50. I asked the clerk if that was the actual price or just how much was being knocked off. The answer came back with "that's the price". Well, I HAD to try them on and of the 3 pairs that they had remaining they actually had my size. As I was putting them on the clerk asked "how do they feel" and my reply was "it doesn't matter, they are beautiful!" So, needless to say, I purchased them.
Now you may be asking yourself, "so why is Kate Spade trying to kill you?"
Well, I wore my wonderful new leopard print 3 1/2 inch pumps to work yesterday, not thinking that I would have to trudge up the hill to the other office building at least once. As I'm walking in the door first thing in the morning with 2 laptops, my purse, and my lunch bag, I step in the door and step down on the edge of the dump rug that is inside the door and promptly twist my ankle. I some how manage to only bang into the door a couple of times and to not actually fall down. As the day progressed, I twisted my ankle a couple of more times, and bruised the ball of my foot when I stepped on a stone and didn't have any sort of real padding between my foot and the ground other than the thin piece of leather sole.
By the time I made it home, my arches were aching and my twisted ankle was swollen and while I may be overly dramatic regarding the conspiracy that my shoes have against me, I can only imagine what could have happened.
Today I opted for the lavender suede mules. They seem much nicer than the leopard heels, but we'll just have to see....
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