Ciao Ondine!!
About 9 months go, I promised you a blog.
Probably, I never expressed how I truly ate typing behind a computer, however every promise is a debt, so here I am, pouring you my preposterous secrets as former shopaholic!
At last I called it "il GLOBBo", in honour of the GLOBetrotted I-used-to-be and my beautiful hometown, Bologna, the place where I've been trotting the most in the past year and a half.
As I had many things to tell and little coherence, I went to look for some concrete inspiration among my first lives on Instagram, and I found out the one in which I talked about heels and their dimens... proportions.
Now, even if in the past 3 years queens of my wardrobe have been orthopedic shoes and some of their very closed cousins, you should know that the amount of shoes that I possessed in the past 20 is quite embarrassing. Already in 2005, my Aunt Paola was making fun of me saying: "When do you wear all those shoes on! You're not a centipede!"
I can't tell a precise number right now, but through adulthood I would say about 280.
Just think that at the in 2005 I started filing a a register to count and divide them by type, color, size and location. Well, yes, locating my shoes was a real issue in daily life, especially to avoid buying two pairs at the time (justifying myself by) thinking that I had let them or lost them somewhere in the world.
Currently, definitely not less than a hundred twenty.
(For those of you who enjoyed their youth watching "Sex and the city" this might remind you the glorious moment when Carrie said “I’ve spent $ 400 on shoes and I have no place to live? I will literally be the old woman who lived in her shoes.” Well, that works for me too).
My twenties, let's say from 2000 to 2013, I lived in a flurry of trips, shifts, moving, study and work abroad and so on and so forth.
Sometimes I was far from home without any idea of when I would have returned. The season or the weather suddenly changed and I, all puzzled, regularly found myself with nothing to wear (also the into account that I used to change at least three times a day)!
When I think about it now, I can't help but smiling. Sometimes it was a concrete need, but most of the others was just an excuse to buy that bikini, that pair of ballerinas or that top that would have reminded me of that trip-place-circumstance once back in Bologna (oooh, nostalgia, tragic attitude to skip living the present, which is the only true gift).
Moral: my wardrobe was getting fuller and I, in fact, continued to have few nice items to wear because I was always buying very unsatisfactory and similar things, but in different colours (but not too many! Let's say that at least I had perfectly identified my very own palette at 16 years, only later I got diverted for a while!)
In short, let's go back to shoes and heels. This post must score its goal... or, maybe... not!
Let's do it in episodes!! ;P!
In the meantime, write me something about your relationship with shoes and heels.
What are your favorite models? Heel height? How many pairs do you own? Have you ever changed your shoe size? What are the craziest places where you have hidden or buried them? Come on! we have plenty of space in the comments :D!
TTYS!
Ciao! Ciao! Ciao!
Carolina