Currently, I’m lusting after a pair of Tory Burch “Anya” Huarache Sandals. They’re ridiculously expensive and for some reason I want them. Nevermind that I bought a pair for $20 (albeit not in gold) when I was in high school. Nevermind that I’m stalking my postman for checks. Nevermind that fall is around the corner. I dream of these shoes and all the outfits that they’ll breathe new life into.
The last time I had such a shoe crush was last spring (or, maybe two summers ago). I first saw the silver Stuart Weitzman Gladio sandal and fell in love. I had other expenses so I settled for admiring them from afar. “Eventually, I’ll get them,” I thought. Then I got pregnant and gained 60 pounds (mostly in my feet). There was no way that I was going to buy the shoes then. I still pine for those shoes.
I know these wants are just that—wants. Having either pair won’t fulfill my life, but I enjoy how they spark my imagination and for a brief moment, expand my closet in my head.