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I don't have a Kay story today. I'm sorry.
Talk to me a year ago and I couldn't have even pretended to care about shoes. I'd spend as small an amount as possible for work shoes and spent the rest of my time in Vans or Converse. I could never ever find shoes I liked. Never. My mother could attest to me spending two hours just trying to find a pair for school.
This was pre Shoe Gene.
Pete: Heazha. Bag Gene is funny to me. It's like you have a Fashion Gland (or Glamour Sac) that releases emzynes to activate the relative genes at certain points in your development.
Also, ENZYMES. (Spazzy)
Me: I honestly think that's the case.
That's why everyone dresses terribly as a teenager.
BG to be discussed later.
I can't walk past shoe shops anymore. I waltzed around Schuh like a thrilled loon on Saturday, picking things up, 'ooh'-ing, showing them to Pete, forcing him to 'ooh'. I'm lucky to have a 50% gay* boyfriend who enjoys these kinds of things. I then dragged him into Shelleys simply because there was the word "SALE" emblazoned across their windows, but the only shoes I liked weren't around in my size (red patent peep toe things. It's like I've forgotten how I am totally against feet in public).
*= HOMOPHOBIA! I clearly think all gays love fashion.
My two most recent pairs of shoes were purchased because I had plans to build outfits around them. I'm currently not sure how I'm getting through life without a pair of red heels. My life was much easier when shoes were just something to put my feet in, yes, but certainly it was nowhere near as exciting.
At the age of 25, I am now an Adult. A Woman. I know this because I want shoes and lots of them.
But! A dilemma! What about bags?
I feel like I'm stuck - like a girl who has had her first period but has not yet developed boobs. My Bag Gene is broken. I don't understand bags - they remain a thing to put my stuff in. Tassles? Shine? Snakeskin? Clutches? Buckles? NO. Something with handles to carry my lunch and book, thankyouverymuch.
This is particularly unfortunate because, in a discussion with my mother about what shoes to get it turns out bags are really quite important. I thought that matching bags with shoes was an archaic notion but apparently if I am to own the shoes that I have fallen in love with, the only way they are versatile is to have a bag to match. I don't get it.
My Bag Gene may be on the way. There was certainly a stirring in my Bag Loins at Nine West a week ago with a clunky red purse that caught my eye. It was very exciting.
But I also fear the Bag Gene! I fear the consequences! I fear that impulsively buying shoes will be a thing of a past, that I will start thinking "I can only buy them once I have a bag to match!". That a £50 pair of shoes will now cost £80, £100! That shopping exercusions will be twice as long in order to find double the accessories!
What's next as my Fashion Gland matures? Oh no!
Talk to me a year ago and I couldn't have even pretended to care about shoes. I'd spend as small an amount as possible for work shoes and spent the rest of my time in Vans or Converse. I could never ever find shoes I liked. Never. My mother could attest to me spending two hours just trying to find a pair for school.
This was pre Shoe Gene.
Pete: Heazha. Bag Gene is funny to me. It's like you have a Fashion Gland (or Glamour Sac) that releases emzynes to activate the relative genes at certain points in your development.
Also, ENZYMES. (Spazzy)
Me: I honestly think that's the case.
That's why everyone dresses terribly as a teenager.
BG to be discussed later.
I can't walk past shoe shops anymore. I waltzed around Schuh like a thrilled loon on Saturday, picking things up, 'ooh'-ing, showing them to Pete, forcing him to 'ooh'. I'm lucky to have a 50% gay* boyfriend who enjoys these kinds of things. I then dragged him into Shelleys simply because there was the word "SALE" emblazoned across their windows, but the only shoes I liked weren't around in my size (red patent peep toe things. It's like I've forgotten how I am totally against feet in public).
*= HOMOPHOBIA! I clearly think all gays love fashion.
My two most recent pairs of shoes were purchased because I had plans to build outfits around them. I'm currently not sure how I'm getting through life without a pair of red heels. My life was much easier when shoes were just something to put my feet in, yes, but certainly it was nowhere near as exciting.
At the age of 25, I am now an Adult. A Woman. I know this because I want shoes and lots of them.
But! A dilemma! What about bags?
I feel like I'm stuck - like a girl who has had her first period but has not yet developed boobs. My Bag Gene is broken. I don't understand bags - they remain a thing to put my stuff in. Tassles? Shine? Snakeskin? Clutches? Buckles? NO. Something with handles to carry my lunch and book, thankyouverymuch.
This is particularly unfortunate because, in a discussion with my mother about what shoes to get it turns out bags are really quite important. I thought that matching bags with shoes was an archaic notion but apparently if I am to own the shoes that I have fallen in love with, the only way they are versatile is to have a bag to match. I don't get it.
My Bag Gene may be on the way. There was certainly a stirring in my Bag Loins at Nine West a week ago with a clunky red purse that caught my eye. It was very exciting.
But I also fear the Bag Gene! I fear the consequences! I fear that impulsively buying shoes will be a thing of a past, that I will start thinking "I can only buy them once I have a bag to match!". That a £50 pair of shoes will now cost £80, £100! That shopping exercusions will be twice as long in order to find double the accessories!
What's next as my Fashion Gland matures? Oh no!