I have a deeply guarded secret. Between the rows of Pineapple trousers, the shelves of opened smellies and the plastic hangers suspending 98% polyester/2% hideous American prom gowns, I know of a TK Maxx that shelves Moschino, Prada, Marc Jacobs, Superfine and Nicole Fahri. Is this a special TK Maxx? No. It's simply placed in a back end concrete wasteland of a little town full to the brim with designer-illiterate people. But that's OK - that leaves all the goodies to me!!
Today's trip to trusty TK started like any other; I have a very set way of going round TK Maxx, quick glance at the scarves, then shoes, then bags, undies and finally any other garments that catch my eye in the ruffled rails. Maybe it was fate today that I went straight to the shoes first, and then I beelined to a very certain very gorgeous very purple pair of shoes. I knew from a hazy difference I was in for a treat, and BOY did TK perform. In my size, in a rather fabulous shade of plum, were Alexander McQueen heels. I take a guesstimate that they are from his 2008 ready to wear collection; forgive me for falling in love with them so fast that my keen fashionista eye lapsed and instead of denoting their date of birth, I was crazily throwing my Uggs off in shoe lust (don't think I haven't learnt a thing or two from the Jimmy Choo at H&M extravaganza about fast paced shoe transitions!). The picture is deceiving, the heels weren't sized 5, but in fact MY size, because I was THEIR Cinderella. Shoehorning my tootsies in, they did fit. I could walk in them, but they were incredibly high and sexy, in a sort of come-hither-and-get-me-because-I-am-actually-wearing-VERY-high-sexy-shoes-and-I-can't-walk-far-but-it's-fine-because-they're-pretty way.
I knew immediately I didn't have the cash to spend on a whim on them, which is a shame because with their RRP at £500 they were practically giving them away at TK. That didn't stop me from popping them into the shopping trolley and pushing them about TK like an obsessive bargain hunter with her kill, eyeing anyone else with a size 3/4 foot with suspicion and disdain. I found myself questioning if anyone else shopping in TK DESERVED the shoes; would they care for them? Would they wear them with something hideous? God forbid, would they be worn in the RAIN?! Let's just say if I were Golem then these were my ring, and I had a very hard time putting them back on the shelf and had to have a heartfelt goodbye with them when I left the store.
As you'd imagine by this lengthy post, they're rather playing on my mind. I'm starting to contemplate food and it's importance to my well-being; shoes might make me happier. Which leads to me conclude that perhaps us fashion types don't diet and starve in the name of fitting into that Christmas dress... maybe we just think forsaking food is a sensible way of saving money to then spend on horrifically ethereal shoes...
I highly doubt I'll get to sleep tonight, I'll be far too busy hatching plans on how to get the cash to buy the shoes... how much would you pay to know where my secret TK Maxx is? £150 you say....
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