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Life through the eyes of a fashion guru
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They were teasing me. The beautiful blue suede, the five-inch wedge heels, the way that they added a mile to my legs.
Gorgeous, yes. But there was just one problem – the label. Jessica Simpson.
Ever since that ridiculous blonde airhead had began her line of footwear, I had vowed never to buy it.
There had been many close calls – Dillards and Macy’s like to clearance them to insanely low prices, and, in all honesty, she does have some really beautiful shoes.
But I had been subject to far too many episodes of MTV’s “Newlyweds” to allow a cashier to run my debit card for a pair of Jessica Simpsons.
Anyone who cannot tell the difference between Tuna of the Sea and chicken, or can honestly think that buffalos may have wings does not deserve any of my hard-earned waitressing dollars.
All of that changed with a weekend in Washington.
Sunday, Feb. 18, I purchased my first pair of Jessica Simpson shoes.
I got over my supreme hatred for the starlet, broke down and purchased some of her fabulous footwear.
Maybe it was the perfectly sculpted wedge.
Maybe it was the additional-40-percent-off tag on top of the clearance rack at Macy’s.
Maybe it was the cashier ringing up the wrong box and giving me the shoes for half of what they should have cost.
Maybe I was delirious with the idea of being on vacation.
Or maybe, just maybe, something in me had finally subsided and I felt OK buying a pair of Simpson’s shoes.
Maybe I had gotten over my hatred of her and her stupidity.
This last idea about why I had been able to purchase these shoes seemed much more feasible when I related it to other aspects of my life. When I spied my first pair of capri pants, I thought they were the most ridiculous things in the world.
They’re not shorts, they’re not pants, they’re just short pants.
Surely “capri” must simply be another term for “high-waters.” But, a few months later, I had capri pants hanging in my closet.
I had gotten over the complete impracticality of the pants and come to appreciate their contribution to the fashion world.
Similarly, when my relationship of three and a half years didn’t pan out the way that I had envisioned it would, I got over it.
I can now see how much smarter I am because it didn’t work out and how naive I was to believe that it would.
When my desire to go to fashion school in Los Angeles, Calif. didn’t work out, I got over it.
I stayed in Boise and have since made some of the best friends I could ever have imagined and had some of the most amazing opportunities presented to me that I could have ever hoped for.
Maybe everything happens for a reason. Maybe it doesn’t.
Who knows?
The point is, nothing is ever going to go as planned, and you have to be able to re-evaluate what you thought was important.
You have to be able to get over it.
If you can’t, then you end up becoming the sad person that can’t let go of a dream.
If you can’t let go of what you thought you should have, then you’ll never be able to enjoy the things that you do have.
You’ll never be able to enjoy the gorgeous shoes if you keep holding on to your hatred for the label.
Get over it and enjoy.
Sheree Whiteley
