Paul Smith sneaker regrets
Deep inside, I'm still that selfish, borderline obsessive, over-zealous materialistic bitch of yore. I become happy at the sight...and more importantly, the feel, of a certain object of desire, knowing that I just may (...or may not, which happens more so than the former) actually acquire it. Oh come on...don't you? ;)
But I've been putting aside my materialism for approximately two-three years now, due to certain...well, uncomfortable changes in my life. After years of insisting (which started when I was around 8 years old, as i recall), I finally got my "independence"...but that's WHOLE different post. I don't even want to start griping on that issue.
The real issue here was just caused by an accidental channeling of my spoiledlittlegirl mode earlier today.
Photo credit: eluxury.com
Nothing...rigghhhhttt...
To be honest, yes, I did love that pair. I still do. But the fact that I forgot all about it for almost a year says a lot about my dedication to it...then. :)
But I got pissed, because when I actually did remember them, I got all excited and shit. I searched online only to find out that they've been old news since the last time I paid my waxer a visit.*ok...oversharing*
I found their "latest collection" and saw these instead...
--And yes, there is a great possibility that I just may be turning to a faggot for buying from the Paul Smith MEN's collection for the past three years. :) What...They have great stuff!! :-P
As shallow as this may seem to you all, but I really was...still am, really...crushed. I mean, I didn't even hesitate to buy online for that Wilson pair. And I am NOT a fan of sharing personal...especially credit information online. Hell, I even have a hard time doing that in real life, how much more to a virtual shop???
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