On a more serious note, I must discuss my OCD. Obsessive Compulsive Disorder, I feel like a freak but I need to confess. I realise this is a real and potentially soul destroying illness for some, but I needed a little light hearted cheer to post on my oh so serious blog of late, so my apologies to the real suffers.
I.. Nicky..stand up and confess I have an OCD for shoes. I frequent shoe shops, inhale deeply avoiding the growing excitement in my tummy and the tingles in my finger tips as I ache to touch the leather and delicious array of shinny new shoes displayed on the shelves. I LOVE shoes, I stand and smile, fingering (not at all inappropriate in the light of such beauty) each of the styles dreaming about my relationship with them. I have a special passion for delightful girlie shoes, with extremely high heels, and pretty ribbons to lace up, or pink leather with black buckles, or my extreme favorite which I'm saving madly for, a black patent leather pair with an petite tiny incy buckle and an organza glittery butterfly covering it, OMG to die for. Is this an illness? I ask myself, I feel a little heady on entering my fave designer clothing shops, but nothing like this. I seriously had a small amount of drool recently which I quickly licked off my lips, over a pair of beautiful black lace up heels, with lovely tubular laces, almost librarian like but would look killer with a pair of black tights with a seam up the back and my fave lil black dress. Okay my confession may seem a little silly but I had to, it worried me that I may not be normal, till I actually noticed the other women in the store, carrying a variety of tissue material (for wiping drool) and white knuckles clutching their purses. YAY I'm normal after all.
