I suffer from an affliction. (Which one, you ask? haha, very funny, you!) You see, I was born with a natural attraction to the finer things in life. Those Manolos I mentioned a couple posts down? Something in me just tingles at the thought. Those black Manolos on the left there? $1,095.00 Yes, a sweet grand for a pair of shoes. I could live with the absolutely adorable Betsy Johnson's (the blue and the pink/leopard) which come in at just under $200 each. But those aren't in my budget either. There was a time in my life that I could afford a little luxury and I had a couple of Betsy Johnson dresses, but I've yet to live as large as I would like. And that's okay, totally okay. I have all the "things" I need: a house, a car, food (well, most weeks), running water, electricity, and most importantly, a family I adore. But I still have that inexplicable attraction to pretties and sparklies.
Did I mention Hidalgo rings? Yum! Ed Hardy, Dolce, Bb, organic foods, fine furniture, you name it, if it's expensive I will naturally navigate toward it. Of course I don't indulge in these things; I have kids to feed and medical bills to pay off. And if I have to confess, sometimes it makes me sick the way I'm drawn to these things. But honestly, if I did have a buttload of money, I would so rather spend it on someone else. I volunteer for a lot of things, and have an itch to start a charity for people with type 1 diabetes who can't afford medical coverage or the cost of staying alive with that disease (which is about $400 a month, yes, really!). So, please do a couple of things for me. Visualize that I'm filthy stinking rich. And secondly, if you see a rich lady with size 5 feet throwing out her old Manolos, grab 'em for me!
