Some people may call me a gold digger but I call myself a Goal Digger.
Not because I am ambitious in the Harvard Business School kind of way because or I believe in the economy and the greenery thereof.
It’s not that I’m not and I don’t. I love our Ecosystem and all its freshness and organic greenery but that’s not the point. You could actually say I am a Wolf of Wall street wannabe but for me it’s not about the drugs, fast cars, real estate, women and expensive winery. For me, my ambition is about the SHOES.
My intimate relationship with Shoes began 25 years ago, the minute I learned how to walk. I had an uncanny obsession with those 3 inches. I had unlimited access to my mother’s closet and as soon as I wanted to feel “grown-up,” I would slip on a pair of my mother’s shoes et voila!
A woman’s shoe is supposed to speak the language of her sex life. You don’t have to be a deity or a rocket scientist to figure out the language transmitted from a woman wearing rubber-soled loafers versus one wearing noisy stilettos.
So here’s the deal with me: you have to understand why I do what I do. You need to wander into my realm and soak up it’s ambience. My lifestyle might seem a little outlandish and ‘cheap’ to you, but I am justified. Some of you call me an Ashewo on Instagram, send hate comments my way on Twitter. I even saw I was tagged a ‘Runs babe’ with many ‘Aristos’!
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