the bet

As I indicated in my last post, I have become a shoe-rich pauper. In order to alleviate this issue, I have gone to extreme measures. Sitting in a bar over a ceasar with my sister as we waited for her flight to depart, discussing our mutual money woes, we made a bet. No shopping for two months. First one to cave buys the other one a pair of Nudies. This is a big bet. The only things allowed are tights, bras and birthday presents and necessities (ie. food, face cream, tp).

At first I was really anxious that my shopaholic monster might not be able to adhere to these guidelines. But quite quickly, after my mother took me on a torturous trip to a new big awesome mall in town (like immediatley after we made the bet), did I realize that I can survive this form of self-flagellation. I do, however, have some strategies:

1. Go shopping with others who are allowed to buy stuff and encourage their outrageous purchases. (Any takers?)
2. Post my services as a FREE personal shopper. You have $$? I have the interest and the time.
3. Copious amounts of online shopping with the concluding click closing the browser window instead of purchasing the cart.
4. Shop my own closet. This will definitley force my creativity, but with the seasons changing, I think it'll be fun to find gems I haven't worn since last fall.

I know I can win this, and a new pair of Nudies would be nice, but I hope both of us win, cause really we can't live in a house made of shoes (contrary to the thought espoused in popular nursery rhymes).