Cruel is the mistress of life. It is only when she sees you broke and penniless that she plants the seed of undying lust to twist and turn in your mind like a steel-bladed turbine. A time when you are most vulnerable and susceptible to buy whatever you want because really you 'need to catch a break'. Then there's the 'Limited' effect - the cloaked dagger in every retailer's tool kit. Throw in the words 'limited edition' and everybody's in a frenzy. You have to have them because you may never get the chance to again and, surely, you will regret this for the rest of your life, reflecting bitterly from behind your bifocals long after your golden days are through. If you don't buy them now, you'll never get them and how could you let the best thing that's potentially ever happened to you sale (excuse the pun) straight out of your life?!
This morning, I woke up to an image of Giuseppe Zanotti's Limited Edition Eagle Sneakers in all of their gold & black glory. I love black shoes. I love gold eagles. They're limited edition. Without a question, they must be mine. The steel-bladed turbine has transformed into a full blown vacuum, ready to haul any passers by into the blackened abyss of overdrafts and credit debt. But, still, they will emerge with feet adorned in those limited edition trophies - albeit covered in the blood of a thousand fallen Visa cards...
I suppose a girl can always dream.
