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Just Fab Shoe Club
I love shoes. You could say I have an obsession with shoes. I look at shoes in every store that has them, when ever I’m in a store. I look at shoes on my net book at night. I buy them – often. I found 2 websites that are shoe clubs. I thought “how perfect someone who really understands me”. So I gazed at them in the evenings and soon joined one. Again I thought “how perfect” Boundless amounts of shoes, boots, gladiators, flips, peep toe short boots, wedges, platforms, what fun!!!!!!
(This is where the torture part begins.)
It didn’t take long to realize that I was only privy to 5 pair a month to choose from. Impossible!!! I could not believe it, you log in everyday and only get to look at 5 pair for a whole month! Ya gotta understand, you take the survey so the stylists “know you” and select shoes for you. So you wait for the first of the month for the new selections and then finally THERE THEY ARE! Then your like, WTF, this is it?!
Suddenly I am Linus waiting for the great pumpkin all night only to find out he had missed Halloween. I felt cheated but still checked them most evenings for just a glimpse, a little inkling of what could be – only to be disappointed again. TORTURE, ya get it? Pure Torture. For someone with a shoe obsession it is TORTURE! So what did I do?? I joined the second one!! Same scenario, but now with 10 pair per month! Then finally I bought my first pair. It took time before we clicked, but we finally did!
It was a good kind of torture waiting for them, waiting for the UPS guy to bring them by my door. Then there they were! OMG!!! The excitement is unparalleled!! OMG!!! again. I open the wrapping and what is inside makes me happy! Very! There is a black box with Just Fabulous written in purple on the top. Open the top and purp-ly fuchsia tissue paper is wrapped around each shoe. There is a black bag to store them in. Then, the boots, ….I loved them. They are even named…Zahra. Exotic…Nice. Even when my husband said my feet looked like “**hooves**” (They are brown wedge boots) I didn’t let it ruin it for me. And all of this for pocket money. Gotta love it!
So I will stick with it, feed my obsession with shoes especially picked for me, once a month…..Of course I still shop for shoes as often as possible, where ever possible!! xoxoxox r
credits: Thank you A for encouraging me and ESV for “unparalleled.
**hoof ho͝of,ho͞of noun
1.the horny part of the foot of an ungulate animal, esp. a horse.
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Vivi, my work best friend, left her brand new boots by her desk while she went walking. I was amazed by how cool they were and wondered how anyone could walk in such a high heel. So I decided, let me try them on, she won’t mind! Well, much to my surprise, they were comfortable!!! It’s all due to a little trick the shoe manufacturers do having to do with a platform that is hidden. So clever! So, I knew I had to have them. I walked in them for about a 1/2 hour and I didn’t trip and they felt great. I felt like a long tall willowy tree in them, so tall!! Actually that is how Vivi knew I had them on once I stood up!! She was a little alarmed when she got back and her new boots were missing!
So the shopping ensued and within a few hours I was the proud new owner of these beauties. And there they sit, atop my dresser, being looked at by me, in awe. Check out the back zipper! xo r
I just don’t get it. “Hmmmmmmmmmmmm, I think I’ll change time today……..” WTF!!! I mean really, c’mon, who can just change time. That is so unnatural. I don’t even think that could be very good for you, to just mess with something so huge. Can the same person who can change time also change space?? Whew! What a concept! It’s just crazy. And what is the “real” time? I’m so confused!!!! Well, I am boycotting it this year and just leaving for the Bahamas instead. xo
It really irks me to have to be somewhere exactly, to the minute, on time. My father deeply and irreversibly instilled punctuality in me but c’mon, what difference does a minute here or there really make when on average we will live for 40471200 minutes. What does a minute or two, or even 15 really matter in the big picture. And believe me, it’s not the concept of punctuality that irks me as much as the f—–g looney bin of a person who really gives a crap about it. Why do those types waste precious minutes worrying if I am on time or not if they are so concerned about every minute. I mean get a life, let’s be real. Think of all of the variables involved in getting to any given place at any given time. I remember living downtown and having to fight my way to midtown on the subway with my fellow red friend, Karen, and being reprimanded for being 5 minutes late. And whose clock are we late on anyway. The high and mighty atomic clock? At my job now I always reset my computer time to match the high and mighty atomic clock but to no avail, my computer has a mind of its own. And who died and left the high and mighty atomic clock king? All I know is that I refuse to waste anymore of my precious 40471200 minutes worrying about it anymore!! http://www.time.gov/