Now I’m here to talk about something I’ve recently fallen deep in love with. To be able to understand why such thing deserves to be written about, you would have to know who I was back in the days.
I was never a tomboy but I was never fully girly. I was, let us say, in between. I was girly enough to have boy crushes and I felt the need to look pretty, to dress to impress. But I never really did. Dressing up was so tiring I stuck to wearing pants and a shirt. I can’t really remember wearing a dress back in highschool.
This went on until college but my get up was getting a “mix of variety” (redundant again, am I not?). I developed an affinity with shorts and short shorts, probably due to the very lax university dress code: which was pretty much nonexistent. We didn’t have uniforms so imagine the stress of worrying what to wear the next day. After all, I didn’t have an unlimited supply of clothing.
What remained the same throughout all those years were my footwear. I wasn’t a fan of step-ins and sandals and as much as I love wearing closed shoes, I avoid doing so because I easily sweat and that’s very uncomfortable, so I stayed with the ever reliable slippers. Whether they be flat or with heels, slippers were my feet’s best friend.
Now, I don’t know at what exact point in my latter college life I discovered the beauty of shoes. Could be at the exact time I started dressing up for night out in clubs rather than for concerts or gigs. Shoes with heels were suddenly sexy and appropriate and it probably helped that I was only 5’1″ and the tallest guy I met was 6′ or something. (Do not think badly of me, I didn’t sleep with any of them. ha) Or it could be when I bought my first Oxford shoes. Oxford shoes are love and I wouldn’t be shocked if it was the root cause.
I don’t know why I wrote what I just wrote above when I can just sum up this post into eight words: Shoes are great and I’m obsessed with them!
I really am. An hour earlier, I said aloud that I wanted to buy a new pair and my mom butted in to tell me I should probably slow down as I’ve got piles of shoe boxes back in the province and about half a dozen here. I wasn’t even aware I had that much. I’m not even sure I wore every single one more than once. I always thought I only had a few so I always feel the need to buy new ones.
Shoes are now seductive in my eyes, from Oxfords to pumps to wedges to boots to doll shoes to just about every kind. The higher the heels, the sexier. I’ve got a bunch of shoes with 4-inch heels and those were my favorites. And yes, wearing heels can be painful especially if you spend the whole day walking, so I avoid wearing tall ones during escapades. Boots are awesome too, but with the heat in Manila it’s not advisable especially if you’re a member of the excessive sweating brotherhood. But Oxford will always be the best. I’m not even gonna explain why. They’re just awesome.
I’ll probably end this post right now as I might just not stop talking. See, this obsession has completely taken over my practicality. I guess the Imelda Marcos complex is inherent in all girls. Quite deadly to the wallet if dug up.
(Shout out to both my sisters and my mom who tolerates my obsession and buys me shoes! lol. I love you!)