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Is it not expected that every living, breathing, red-blooded woman has an insatiable appetite for shoes? The same has not always been true of me…at least not entirely.

I love “stuff,” and by “stuff,” I mean gooey, fragranced, soft, silky products that you find beind the mirrored doors of my bathroom cabinet. I love lotions and potions and all things in between; hair creams, eye shadows and glosses to make my lips sheen. One thing you won’t find a voluminous amount of in my apartment is shoes.

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You see, I’ve never really understood the fascination that so many women have with what I had always thought were “things that go on your feet.” What I’ve come to realize in the last year or two is that the problem was that I never understood precisely how it is that fantastic footwear makes an outfit come together.

Quite obviously, it’s a lesson in fashion I am very slowly learning. Over the past two years, my love of shoes (and therefore my desire to pursue a great pair) has most certainly grown. And oddly enough, I must be a golden goose when it comes to snagging the right pair of boots, heels, galoshes, sneakers or Keds. Even more strange, I have a knack for always getting “the very last pair” in my size and colour (or so I’m constantly told).

It all began two years ago when I wanted a pair of black leather stilletto boots for a good price without looking like a Roxy tramp. Low and behold, I found that so-called last pair at $300 slashed down to $150 at Stéphane de Raucourt on Robson. And you know what? They’re fabulous…

And since then, I’ve added the “last pair” of killer whale Keds, chocolate brown UGGs and even some new silver peep-toe pin-up heels for Saturday night’s affair to my collection. Even more amazingly is that I’ve managed to score every last shoe in my closet at a killer price.

I wonder if I could make a living as a personal shoe shopper for self-indulgent yuppie women…