Jen on the Edge is guest posting for me today. She’s the mother of two daughters (Graceful and Elegant – who obviously take after Mom) and wife to Pete. She’s also the proud owner of Precious – although I hear she does let mere mortals partake in Precious’s loveliness. Now, give it up for Jen, y’hear?

I have recently discovered that I have a problem with lust.

Not lust for George Clooney or Colin Firth or Daniel Craig or Brad Pitt (who’s just a hot mess these days anyway).

No, I have developed lust for something else entirely.

Shoes.

[When Hotfessional asked me to guest blog for her, I immediately knew that I'd have to talk about shoes, since we all know how much Hot loves her some great shoes.]

Back to the shoes…

Every November, my family performs the annual ritual known as Asking Everyone What They Want For Christmas. I’m sure your families do this too — emails fly back and forth wanting to know what each person in your household wants from Santa that year.

Here in my household, most people have some ideas they want to run by me, just to make sure it’s something that my kids and husband don’t already have. I always offer multiple suggestions and often include links to websites. However, whenever anyone asks for my personal gift requests, I always say something like, “Oh don’t get me anything, really, I mean it.”

And I do. I swear, I do.

My husband and I would actually really appreciate it if people would drop us from their gift list and instead gave their money to a charity. We are truly happy with what we have and there’s nothing we really want. And if something does come on our radar that we just have to have, we just take care of it ourselves.

A few weeks ago, my parents asked what I wanted for Christmas and I told them that I didn’t want anything. They persisted and I held firm. Finally, they asked if they could get me a new pair of Danskos since I love them so much and wear them all the time. My immediate response was “No, that’s too expensive. Plus, I already have three pairs and there aren’t any others that I’m just dying to have.”

My parents didn’t like that response, so they emailed my husband, who asked me to please, pretty please, give him some Dansko ideas so that he could get his in-laws off his back.. In order to be helpful to my true love, I emailed him two suggestions.

Want to know which Danskos I chose? Check ‘em out:

Fabulous, I know.

I usually wear top-to-bottom black. This means that I don’t have to actually think when I’m getting dressed at the butt crack of dawn. I just reach into my closet for various articles of black clothing and then I’m done for theday. I can imagine just how FAB either pair of shoes would look with my usual daily outfits and how they would really jazz things up.

I should mention that I had never actually seen either of those shoes in real life. While Danskos are huge with all the moms here in my town, most people wear black or brown ones. Never anything wild. I think we all can agree that the ones I picked out are wild. Bold. Screaming to be noticed. I imagine that they would make my daily grind ever so much more fun.

So I gave my husband those gift ideas and reminded him that I don’t need new Danskos and really don’t want anyone to spend that kind of money on me.

And that was that.

Or so I thought.

Not long after that, I had to slog through the rain to the Post Office with a big-ass bag full of packages to mail. Right next to the post office is a store that sells Danskos. Since it was 8:30 a.m., the store wasn’t open yet; however, there was a bright spotlight in the store’s big bay window…

… and under that spotlight were the exact two pairs of shoes I had just asked for.

The ones I had never seen before in a town where virtually every female between the ages of 35 and 55 wears Danskos.

The shoes were gleaming under a heavenly light and at that very moment a chorus of angels sang down from on high. I think it might have been the Hallelujah chorus from Handel’s “Messiah.”

People, we have a problem now.

I have lust in my heart. I want those damn shoes. The very ones that I swore that I don’t need.

If Daniel Craig appeared to me right now like this:

… and offered me either a hot night with him or a pair of those shoes, I wouldn’t even hesitate before choosing the shoes.

The only question would be, which pair.

So as we approach Christmas, I am not calm or serene. Oh no. I am impatient and wondering if I’m getting a new pair of shoes on the 25th and, if so, which ones.

Here’s what I’d like to know: What do you think of the shoes? Do you like them? If so, which ones would you choose?

—- Jen already knows I’m lusting after the leopard print ones. —-

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