The cooler temperatures this week prompted me to do some sprucing up in my closet. I’m dreaming of fall and weeding out my tank tops and white shoes.
You know, no proper Southern girl would ever wear white after Labor day. As for the tank tops – I keep them around only to remind me that I once dared to wear them!
That little number probably cost me a month’s salary. Where were my priorities back in the 80s? My children were eating hot dogs and I was supporting Mr. Gucci. What a silly, silly woman I was. With so much need in the world, I can’t believe I was so self indulgent.
These days, a Kroger bag works just fine and costs me zilch.
And there, way back behind my Christmas decorations, I discovered the pair of Manolo Blahniks I purchased in New York when “Sex in the City” was still on my Tivo. They were the most uncomfortable shoes I’ve ever owned. (Plus they were disgustingly WHITE!)
Why didn’t someone slap me in the face and wake me up to the realities of this world? Anything labeled “designer” should be outlawed.
The Manolos have been replaced with rubber shower shoes purchased at Fred’s on sale for 50 cents! They feel like heaven.
So my fashion style may have taken a nosedive, but my clothing budget is going to be re-directed to charity.