The Pink Shoe Diaries

blogger changed it's look and i have to say that although it was jarring at first i rather like it now. thumbs up blogger!


not that you care about my opinions on blogger's new format..but then again that has never stopped me from pontificating before so it won't now.


it is so lovely out, which is quite possibly why i am in such a good mood. it's also because of a new attitude i have developed at work. i call it " seconds away from quitting". basically i am able to put up with all the recent BS at work because i am ready to go. i will do your work for you, but if you sass me then i am leaving. i will let you blame me for your own mistakes, but if you condescend to me one more time then i am out. i don't feel trapped here and so i don't feel that bad about hating my job. i could leave in a minute if i wanted. so ha.

of course this would seriously hinder my shopping habit that has developed lately. "lately?" you mak ask, "you have always been addicted to shopping".
this is true, but working so close to such wonderful shops, and having literally no bills of my own to pay, and making decent money, leaves me ample time, means and opportunity to shop to my heart's content. shoes? come over here! bags? never let one get away! kitchen appliances? i don't actually have my own kitchen but why the hell not?


of course this leaves me with a rather messy problem. Stuff. I have too much Stuff and nowhere to put it. My 6-foot high shoe rack is now woefully inadequate. (my mother even commented on it’s “looming” quality by exclaiming, “It looks like your shoes are coming to get me!”) My newly expanded closet seems not so expanded anymore . My bookcase houses a range of books that include ancient high school social studies texts and my new copy of “Angels and Demons”. And don’t even get me started on my under-the-bed storage. Let’s just say it is not so under-the-bed anymore. I could make a Buhhdist cry, and a minimalist pass out. I am a shopping addict/pack rat and my Stuff is taking over my life.


that being said: i am on a mission. I have declared war on Stuff. I have the first week off in June and much of that time will be spent waging battle against the piles, boxes, racks and shelves of Stuff. Half of it is going out. I don’t care how much I love my 4 inch stiletto heels with Zebra trim..i have never worn them. And I don’t care how filled with nostalgia I get keeping one section of my closet for “Club Clothes Circa 1999”, they are out. And the ceramic vases I bought because “they were just so cute?” ? Gone! Do I really need every novel I ever read in college? NO. it will be gut wrenching, i am sure, but in the end i think it will have been very cleansing (literally and metaphorically speaking). The Salvation Army will soon experience an infusion of barely worn size 9 Talbot’s pumps and more black lace/lamee/pleather than it knows what to do with. It will be space-creating, it will be time-saving. It will be great.
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and of course it will neccessitate another shopping trip or 2 ;-)