Fancy

For those of you who don't know, I have an addiction to high heeled shoes. I am definitely in love with my tan stilettos and may or may not be having an affair with several pairs of wedges. I'm a naturally short bear which is where my love for sky scraper heels started, but it quickly became an addiction to getting fancy. I love any excuse to get dressed up and look super fancy. Classy cocktail hours are my absolute fave and I wish that New Year's happened more than just once a year.

I was feeling a bit nostalgic and decided to go through some old Facebook albums. I almost miss the days of sweet sixteens and proms. Why can't I have frequent classy affairs NOW when I have better style and can legally drink and can be more appreciative of such soirees?

Maybe I'll just have my own super sweet 22nd birthday and make all my friends get classy for a night. Or at least got dolled up so I can demand we go to Lips or something super cliche like that. OR, I can just start encouraging my coupled-up friends to get engaged so we can have an epic wedding and I can bust out my cocktail dresses and smexy shoes. Nikbear, the selfish match maker... there's a case of good idea/bad idea if I ever saw one.

Le sigh sigh. At least for the moment my shoe addiction is quasi-satisfied by the ability to walk around my apartment in my heels cleaning stuff or doing dishes. AND I do have the American Desi Association's annual Diwali Ball to look forward to next month. I do wish I had more, though. The little kid in me still wants to play dress up every day...

Leave a comment with some of your favorite fancy memories! If you’re looking for more giggles and trinkets of joy, feel free to check out my twitter @npamani or my tumblr, The Daily QuirCk.

With dreams of more glamour and glitz, xx Nikbear