Hello again, how was your day today? Was it fine? Boss stress? Personal stress? ....baaaa hamburg! Don't let the stress of life get to you, easier said than done eh? ..hmmm I know but you have to. My policy is if anything will kill me let it not be stress. Food, shoes, books anything but stress! What i normally do when stress gets to me is to cry. Yes I lock my self in a corner and vent in tears. After a day or two i am fine. I get back to normal. That is my remedy. It might not work for you, that is why you are you. find your own mojo and you will be fine. Maybe it's a friend you need to talk to, maybe it's comfort food, maybe it's sleep, maybe it's everything but never forget to talk to God first.
What am I doing now? I am sitting in the living room with my father. He was watching National Geographic when I should be watching Mob Wives. Ah. Well I won't say anything during the Olympics I held onto the remote so he can have the remote now after all all must be fair in love and war. Or? The documentary on National Geographic is about Cuba and its changing scenes due to western influence. Haha the socialists like Mr. Kwesi Pratt should come and hear..smh. Come to think of it Fidel Castro has outlived ten USA presidents. Wow...he is really a definition of old soldier never dies huh? Haha.
No politics today...I want to talk about shoes. Not just any shoes...my obsession with it or is it them. I can gawk at shoes all day everyday. But I wasn't like this. Nope. At some point this shoeholic was stuck to sandals because of my feet. My feet are not large or out of shape, my feet sweat. I sweat on my feet all the time. 24 hours a day . it made it soo difficult to want to wear nice shoes. I couldn't even wear covered shoes. My feet will stink and I will get foot rot. Yuck! But I used to admire all my friends and then some...in primary school, junior high, secondary school and the university. Ah people could combine their attires with their shoes or let their shoes make the fashion statement. Bijoux oh dear I always used to stare at your feet trying to catch a glimpse of what you were going to put on. There was another lady her name was Mawuse..I think she won the Miss Ghana title for that year. Ohhhh she was tall and fab and her shoes were a killer. Flats, kitten heels, stilettos ...the works. All this time yes uni, I was afraid to do the dirty. Then out of nowhere I started paying attention to reality tv. It started with Kimora: Life in the fab lane. Omg I was gone. Kimora is an ex model who was once married to Russell Simmons of Phat Farm. The show chronicles her life...for me all I saw were her shoes but mind you even then I couldn't walk in heels. Her shoe closet( I don't even want to think about the designer shoes...don't want to faint.) was fabulous, plenty shoes of different colors, shapes, designs...and hmmm there I told myself maso mehye bi. What have I got to loose, ok maybe fall down..hehe.
I have always known the shoes I wanted to wear. That one shoe that pampers your feet whilst defining the length of your leg. So I nosed around. The kind of shoes I wanted I could not afford and there was no way in hell I was going to stand infront of my parents Yaw and Woyram and say please give five million( old currency) to buy shoes. Ebei. Haha. But it did not deter me either ways it was not as if I could walk in them yet. So I went to kantamanto and bought shoes. Kantamanto di33 metuu mekye, hw3 all the boutiques go there. Dont mind them. Shuaa these boutiques. Azaa things. But i got nice stuff. Pls not the weird dead ones ooo. The store rejects. The trick with Kant is you find a good dealer and thou will be sorted nicely. I learnt to work with those. I hopscotched for three months, blistered my feet along the way until I was Kim Kardashian and Eva Longoria. And I have never looked back. Now I can afford to buy myself some decent shoes. No i dnt make millions, i save and buy strategically. And now that we have platforms that support the feet...no pressure. Ah the ever lovely Christian Louboutins. Muahz to him. Alas those people you will never meet but pray for them every day that they continue to live and do their miraculous works. His shoes are lovely, ah the heels especially the six inches. Yes those shoes you do not walk about in them plenty ooo, you do not want to have your heel looking like it was used to drive a nail into a wall. Heheee. I do not have a closet full of shoes but I have a shoe rack ok I will confess a big rack..naa I won't tell you how many I own. But at least I am able to color coordinate or block with my outfits..yaay!
What is the moral of this story...mmmm, none. Just find fabulous shoes to stand out in that's all. And err I also wonder for some ladies ooo. Especially those who wear slippers or open toes. Pls if your toes are gnarly cover them up ah ah. It's very not not. My remedy for open toes and slippers is a simple French manicure. This any stylist can do. Or you can do it at home..top coat with a little white to outline the nail then you are gone. Makes the feet look tidy.
Well so there I am a shoeholic but then again I absolutely adore bags, books and chocolates. Yes and in that particular order. Nope I will not be tempted to get started on bags...the more leather , the more my heart skips a bit. Sometimes I wish Anna Wintour was my aunt. She will have no peace. The amount of things designers send to her for approval...those things that end up in her show room unused , those things will be mine. I died slowly whilst I watched September Issue. That movie needs
tissue and smelling salts.
As I said in my previous post ...I am looking for housewarming gifts but if an angel touches your heart as my birthday too is next month...size 39 is the name of the game.
Haha
Have a good nite people ;)
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