Why I Love Celine

Everytime I need to buy shoes, there's always one store I never fail to check out first, and that is Celine (or CLN). Since I'm the type who considers price, comfort, and durability, I am very selective when it comes to shoes. While other shoe brands have wonderful designs (chic and sexy), I never give a thought to them because either they are heavy on the pocket, or they simply are hostile to my poor feet.

A few years back, I became a fan of Celine when an aunt recommended the brand to me. Back then I would always complain about durable shoes being overly expensive (like my other favorites Gibi and Hush Puppies) and so when I saw how she had only nice words to say about Celine shoes, I decided to give it a chance.

My first purchases were all wedges since Celine has lots of those. Then years later I bought heels which I must say, are a treat to my feet. I thought to myself, wow, feet not murdered! (I have become wary of heels because most are deadly.) What I love most about Celine is that the price is right, the shoes are lovely to look at aside from being comfy and durable. I became a fan and passed the addiction to my sisters who also thought highly of Celine. And so whenever we go shopping we would always visit Celine.

Then again, something happened last week and it made me love Celine all the more. I was with my sister at SM North EDSA. I bought a bag, she bought two pairs of shoes. While there I forgot my long umbrella which I bought just last month. It was only when we were about to leave the mall when I suddenly realized I left my umbrella somewhere.

I retraced my steps, going first to SM Department Store where we spent a considerable time. It wasn't helpful of course, as I was referred to many service desks. Yes, the sales people I have asked for info on lost and found pointed me to the wrong places and I still am furious about it because I ran like mad hoping to find my umbrella ASAP.

Then I thought to going back to Celine. I asked the sales lady who assisted my sister and me if she noticed my umbrella and went on to describe the lost object. She told me to wait, went to the stock room and produced my beloved umbrella! I really jumped for joy!

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(Just why can't I just buy another umbrella? Umbrellas are pretty sacred to me. Being a constant companion wherever I go, I'd hate the idea of not doing anything to find MY umbrella.)

Healing Heels?

After a disappointing event last month which led me to reflect on the stupidity of the heart and how reckless I have been in handling my emotions, it suddenly dawned on me to embark on a quest to womanhood. Whereas in the past I was reluctant to embrace my potential to be an adult female and even stubbornly declared that I AM NEVER GOING TO BE AN ADULT, recent events in my life seem to be dropping hints that I should eat my words and embrace the inevitability of growing up.

One of the projects I thought of was to change the way I dress. It is difficult for someone like me who's often commented to be a walking fashion disaster due to my preference for loud colors and eye-catching color combinations. People gasp and laugh at how I dress sometimes but I don't heed them because that's how I dress and nobody should tell me what to wear and what not to. Although yes, I do welcome comments provided they are constructive and not destructive.

Included in the project is to practice wearing heels. I have realized how much I look up to women who wear high heels and can walk effortlessly. Two favorite professors in college always wear a pair of pumps and mini skirt. One of them is around 50 while the other's nearing 30. Both of them are chubby. But whenever I see them in pumps and mini skirt, they look so sexy. It dawned on me that perhaps a pair of heels can lend one a bit of sexiness. Besides in social functions requiring formal wear (and of course heels) more often than not, I find myself an awkward duckling who can't seem to be at ease with walking. Not to mention the many episodes of almost tripping because I simply am not used to wearing heels.

I've read some stuffs on fashion in the newspapers and I've read that wedges are the perfect way to start. I already have one pair and last month, I bought another. This new pair I wore yesterday and it almost murdered my feet, but I did get home alright. People even remarked that I seem to be in pain everytime I take a step. Yes I was. It hurt like hell. And I know I must have looked silly and clumsy in it. But I have to learn. 

The process may be difficult and painful, but I won't stop until I can run in a pair of heels.

(BTW, I do know that maturity is not seen on the clothes we wear nor on how we look on the outside.)