It's called a fad for a reason!

As i was searching through my closet for something fabulous to wear i realised it was time to cull a few things. My wardrobe was spilling with fashion fads. The items most clearly standing out were shoes. Staring at the pile I vowed, "from this day on i will never buy another fad pair of shoes ever again."

So, i made an attempt to rectify the situation (and stifle my guilt). Anything that hadn't been considered wearable for the past 6 months had to go!

Included were a few pieces of drab clothing and pieces bought in moments of pure craziness. More saddly, it included 4 pairs of flats, 4 pairs of heels, 2 pairs of boots and 1 pair of sandals. As i picked up each pair my brow furrowed and i had to ask the question "what was i thinking?"

When did i think it was a good idea to buy fluorescent, patent yellow gladiator heels?

What was going through my mind when i bought those muti-coloured, knee-high, toeless heels. I mean, they were torn between looking like i was going to the gym or working the streets?!

And why, oh why, did i buy that pair of brown booties that hurt my feet? They began throbbing when i looked at my reflection in the shop!

After totalling how much these shoes cost me, a more far depressing thought clouded my mind. I could have bought a magnificent pair of Christian Louboutin Altbotte boots to match that delectable burberry prorsum willow clutch i've been eyeing off on net-a-porter for weeks... Had i not purchased those hiddeous, outrageous, uncomfortable, fad ridden shoes.

So i packed all the faddy fad shoes into a large bag and set off to St. Vinnies. They would do some good somewhere else.

On my way back home i bought the cutest pair black booties.

They're a tad uncomfortable but only cost me $210... oops!

Could've had...