
A little bit of Holiday cheer my feet in these beautiful Chinese Laundry heels. Photo by Jean Thornton
It’s December 20th, another holiday season is in high gear, and the Christmas sales are pushing last minute deals. In malls across America women have practically beat each other silly for a pair of discounted lace panties that once worn they will fight to keep from riding up. The lack of malls in Key West; however, keeps most of us from having to kill our neighbors over a pair Calvin Klein Jeans on the clearance rack. This time of year is a good time for a shop-aholic like me to be far a way from the lure of malls. Unfortunately, the season of “self giving” starts while I am still on my annual visit to my family up north—or as it could also be called “the land of malls.”
In general I can make it about 24 hours into a visit home before I break and have to buy something. I am like the child that begs to open one gift early and carefully shakes each package for telltale signs of what is inside. As soon as I have hugged each waiting family member at my parents’ house, it is time to see old friends such as DSW Shoe Warehouse, Macy’s, Old Navy and many other old shopping mall pals who anxiously await my visit. I walk through the double glass doors and plunge myself into the sounds and smells of the of the holiday season: piped holiday music softly surrounds, registers chime, large red shopping bags dance by and the scent of expensive perfumes drift from their respective counters.
It has become increasingly clear to me that I cannot be within 20 minutes of a shopping mall without being pulled into the parking lot with magnetic force. With each day of my visit another quick trip to a mall produces more bags and things to pack up for the long trip back. By the end of the week, I think driving was a better option than flying simply based on trunk space. Nine pairs of shoes, eight new shirts, seven sweet deals becomes the refrain of my 12 Days of Christmas.
Ah yes, it is a special time of year! Nothing glistens during like the holidays like a freshly polished silver rack proudly displaying the perfect Diane Von Furstenberg dress for New Year’s Eve. Tis the season to show all of your old high school friends how much better your life is by flashing that new Kate Spade bag. The gifts under the family Christmas tree are plentiful, but I can not resist the joy of carrying loads of bags containing fabulous deals & finds that are presents to the many sides of me that have worked hard all year.
For ‘the me’ that stayed late in the office for too little pay—a new power skirt that does not require expensive dry cleaning. For ‘the me’ that got dumped by that jerk and spent a week feeling absolutely low—a new pair of five-inch Steve Madden booties made for walking out when he crawls back. For ‘the me’ that survived the months of mind numbing heat—a new sundress off the clearance rack. For the part of me that hopes this New Year’s Eve will bring a new romance—a stunning new dress and pair of gladiator stilettos that will make mouths drop long before the ball does.
My parents and brothers will give the gifts that make sense and make life a little easier: a blender that I have needed for years, a new set of canisters because the sugar jar has been stuck since June, spatulas and a garlic press to make my cooking more successful. The practical gift card to help with the new sofa fund (because I spent the last sofa fund on shoes that I could not pass up). All wonderful things that will be cherished and appreciated.
The holidays are a time of sharing, giving and catching up. It is a time when I get to see some family that I may only see once every year, sometimes less. I love spending time with my family and seeing how much the children have grown over the year. But I also enjoy the time I spend rewarding myself for surviving another year and bracing myself for the start of a new one. I don’t think it is selfish or over-indulgent; there are many times I give to myself last or maybe not at all. So during the last week of December I take advantage of the sales and treat myself. Hey! Some people justify that extra sugar cookie; I justify that extra glance at the shoe section. After all, the holidays are a time of magic, make believe, and hopeful thoughts of the future. I just like to believe that magic comes in a size 6 ½ heel and will bring much joy, happiness, and success in the future.
![Shoes_on_Bar[1] It can be hard enough keeping track of 120 pairs of shoes, imagine watching all those kids! Photo by Jean Thornton](http://theislandshoegirl.files.wordpress.com/2009/05/shoes_on_bar1.jpg?w=300&h=225)