Our Names are Lisa & Betty and We are Shoe-aholics

Welcome my friends, to Mariah Carey’s shoe closet…

I know many of you dream of Tiffany rings, Chloe Paddington bags and Di I know you dream of Dr House. But this shoe closet is what Betty and I dream of most nights, unless it’s the other alternating dream of having an affair with Mr Wentworth “Pretty” Miller.

Ms Carey has over 1000 shoes. Many of which are still in storage! I mean 1000! I have never even counted to 1000 in my life and yet Ms Carey has over 1000 pairs of shoes; most of them open toed, very sexy and extremely practical in the cold New York winters. Perfect for the Mariah midriff bearing, nipple concealing minidress antics.

As much as the woman lacks in reasonably concealing clothes, she makes up for in the shoe department.

Dear Shoe fairy, I’ve been good all year, please grant me the gift of Rhinestone embellished Manolos, 4 inch metallic sandals with velvet and gold rope tie Jimmy Choos, and Pirate boots in black and caramel with a tall stacked heel from Chloe.

Guilty Pleasures

My mind is a little guilt ridden at the moment.

I basked in the sun today, when I should have been studying.
I ate cake and gossiped with my sister and dear friend Kat, when I should have been studying.

Now I sit here, a little browner, a little plumper and by no means any smarter…

Thank You!

In the never ending cycle of life, it seems perpetually true that what goes around comes around. After a few months of sheer bliss, I found myself nervously glancing over my shoulder, in anticipation of what might sneak up on me. And true to form my waters were not wrong; some would say in the more colloquial form, I was hammered. I was left to fend for myself at work for 3 dramatic weeks while other colleagues basked in the sun as I sat under the artificial neon lighting, not an ideal tanning situation.

Just as my spirits were frazzled and shaken, a sprinkling of surprises made their way to me, Kat treated me to ice cream and a bag of Cadbury Crème Eggs, which I secretly consumed in a broom closet at work. The next day along came the rain and with it Macquarie’s end of financial year. As I dragged my tired old sole (as in my shoes) back to work after lunch, I had received a fabulous flower from non other than Ems! This immediately put an ear to ear grin on my face and strangely sent the office into gossip-frenzy. On Friday, I was paid a spontaneous from Lisa and our buddy Johnny; again I was called down to reception to accept yet another gift, this time in the form of Krispy Kremes (by now the people at reception think I am a sugar addict). Upon opening the box, I noticed one was missing, but threw my arms over little Lisa, half in gratitude and half due to delirium. Later on that night, I was presented with a further two blocks of chocolates from a couple of fellas at work; needless to say I was feeling much appreciated and perhaps a little too special. And today I was presented with the happiest bunch of flowers I have seen, sent by the ever so thoughtful Di.

I just wanted to say a big thank you to everyone who had the not so nice pleasure of dealing with my nutty and questionable behavior. I promise; the normal Betty (with a bite) will return shortly in the mean time, please enjoy a substitute I prepared earlier.