My obsession

I couldn't help myself today. Last week, Krista pretty much told me to get rid of the clothes that were jammed into every centimeter of my closet.  I say "were" because, I took her advice and donated three huge garbage bags full of clothes to the Salvation Army. But today, I decided to go to the store to "just look."   My wallet was screaming for me to turn around and go home, as moving has proven to be a little expensive.  

But isn't it crazy that when you're shopping and you aren't looking for anything you just miraculously find everything??  Yeah, well, that's why I just couldn't help myself.  I heard them singing my name...those beautiful shoes-sexy high heeled sandals ::sigh:: What was I supposed to do? Leave them behind and let some other fashionista grab them? Anyways, I always think that things are meant to be, especially when shopping.  I was meant to find those cute shoes...there is a reason why I stumbled upon them.  So, I tried them on and my first thought was..What Would Frank Say? (FYI, Frank is my physical therapist, who has been treating my bum knee for the past two months.  He claims that my knee problem is due to poor arch support in my shoes and would prefer me to wear old lady sneakers.  And God forbid I show up to his office in flip-flops.  Heels???? Fuhggedaboutit.)  My next thought was, "Oh, he'll never know," then "Can my knee handle this?" and finally, "ABSO-freakin-LUTELY."