Don't be deceived by my 6 inch stilettos.
Hello. I'm an avid stiletto lover. If I'm not wearing heels then something isn't right. I'm always dressed for the party occasion and you'll never see me in anything less than 5 inches. I hate kitten heels; they are for women who can't make up their minds. I think it's unladylike to be so indecisive, either choose a flat or opt to elevate your step. I may be an extremist when it comes to a shoedrobe but I praise the red soles of a Louboutin, lust over Carrie Bradshaw's satin blue Manolo Blahniks and dream about the heights I can reach in Gucci platform.
A grand, white, floor-to-ceiling bookshelf is home to my indulgent shoe collection. It's an impressive work of art and an interesting conversational topic.
But like all wonderful things - there's a sacrifice or two to be made.
Thanks to my lavish addiction, I am a woman in her late twenties who still lives with her parents. I often find myself repeating Sex and the City's Carrie Bradshaw's, infamous words, "I've spent $40,000 on shoes and I have no place to live? I will literally be the old woman who lived in her shoes!"
Before you judge me, let me explain why I'm OK with a pricey shoedrobe over a lonely, shoeless house.
They give me power.
Like Beyonce's Lemonade single, '6 Inch Heels' she has us singing, "6 inch heels, she walked in the club like it's nobody's business. Goddamn, she murdered everybody and I was her witness." (ahem, slay mama slay!)
I proved myself as a faithful.
I don't have commitment issues. If I slip on a sky-high patent pump for a sexy dinner date and find myself dancing the night away in a bar - I can guarantee those heels will not leave my manicured feet until I'm past my front door.
I take care of them and love them.
They are always well protected thanks to my in-depth cleaning and damage preventative routine. Sometimes I find myself just sitting in the middle of my closet admiring their beauty.
Letting go is never easy.
If the time came and I had to depart with a sole saviour, it is often an emotional goodbye. I've never been very good at it. Eventually a new pair will come along but it will never replace the memories of the old.
I don't care what they say - my stilettos give me life and together we will conquer the world.
Words: Brisbane's Anonymous Shoe Addict