Indulgence

[CreamyLady]

My daughter, for reasons best known to herself, took out a subscription to Vogue. I have managed to avoid reading it for years, and would have continued to ignore it, but I need some images for a collage, and I picked up that giant September issue.

Oh, my Goddess . . . I found at least three perfumes I absolute must try. I was drooling over clothes -- beautiful, impractical, incredibly sexy-making clothes. I want them! Even if I couldn't wear them, I just want to touch them!!!

And shoes. I wear clogs, and sandals, and go barefoot. I have a pair of Nikes for when it rains; otherwise, my feet are bare.

Why did I look at those Helene Arpels slingbacks?!

This is terrible. This is a crisis. I can't even reveal the total spent when I finished reading the September issue; the October issue was ruination. No one has that kind of money.

I am dissatisfied. I want those shoes!!! At least.

 

[Silverlily]

C'mon Vouge!

Don't feel bad, I got sucked into one of those magazines waiting for my husband to get his hair cut and absolutely fell in love with a pair Manolo boots and a Dolce and Gabbana top.

Now if I can just figure out how to take out a home equity loan without my husband finding out...