I came across a pair of shoes that I couldn't ignore. They were part of the collaboration between Adidas and Japanese designer, Yohji Yamamoto. And they were awesome. And on sale.
I put them in my shopping cart. I deleted them from my shopping cart. I watched as other sizes got sold out and my size remained available. My cursor hovered over the "Add to Bag" button. I needed someone to talk me down.
I emailed my boyfriend the link. A few seconds later my phone rang. "Don't do it." "But . . . look how cool they are!" I whined. "Come on, don't be weak. You only have two more months to go." I got whinier. I listed all the reasons I had to have the shoes. My boyfriend didn't back down. "Under no circumstances should you buy those shoes." When we hung up, I pouted for a while. A half hour later, when I checked the site again, the shoes were sold out. I pouted some more.
The other night, my boyfriend came over after work. He had mentioned he had something for me. This means he had successfully hunted down some amazing out-of-print art book that I had my eye on. Much of my art and design library has come from him, and I was excited to see what its newest addition would be. However, as he handed me the Amazon-sized box, I said jokingly, "Shoes!?" "You're obsessed!" he responded. "What's wrong with you?! You're like an addict!" Sigh. It's true.
Guess what was inside?