Life Hacks

Addicted to BedStu

I am a true woman. I am a shoe addict.

My obsession for footwear began in my late 20years, and has continued ever since. Over the years, I have learned to appreciate fine, quality footwear, as cheaper brands and materials just don't last nearly as long. I am old now. My body isn't changing size rapidly like it did when I was a kid. Is it wrong for me to expect that something that I enjoy wearing lasts a decade? I mean, I have one of my dad's button down Wrangler shirts hanging in my closet. I think I stole it from him over 20 years ago. It is still as nice as the day I swiped it. Footwear should live up to the same expectations. It is unjust when the manmade materials of a pair of knee high boots or gorgeous heels that I have falling in love with start to peel and flake just a year after spending my hard earned money on them.

I joined Poshmark in May of 2015. While scrolling through the shoes category in the app one day, I fell in love with this expensive pair of BedStu boots. I mean, the most expensive pair of boots I had ever purchased was a pair of 20 hole Dr. Martens when I was 15. They were $150, but it was my parents' money back then, not mine. Well, these BedStu boots Retailed for over $300, and to me that was just ridiculous. But they were amazing! I had to have them. So, I made the seller an offer, and got them, with shipping, for just under $200. I had a bunch of money saved up from the selling of my own items in my closet, so I only paid around $100 out of pocket.

They came in! Yay!!! I opened the box, saw the gorgeous leather work, smelled the sweet smell of leather, and couldn't wait to put them on. When I did, they were way too tight. Oh my God! How am I supposed to wear these? Maybe I should have gotten a larger size?

Then it hit me! They are leather. Pure, authentic, animal skin leather. I flashed back to being a child and watching my grandfather use this strange device in his shoes to stretch the leather. If only I had something like that, but I didn't. So, I did what anyone in the age of the internet would do. I Googled "how to stretch leather shoes".

I ran over to my sock drawer and found two pairs of my thickest wool socks. I put them on, and then squeezed my feet into these luxurious fine leather goods, and grabbed my hair dryer. I heated up the shoes with the hair dryer, and then walked around my room. I heated the boots up some more, and then walked around some more. I walked up and down the stairs, I did squats, and I tried to move in all the strange and unique ways of the human body to stretch out every pesky angle of these babies.

It worked! After about 15 minutes of fun, the boots were completely comfortable with a pair of regular socks, and then I was addicted to searching through Poshmark looking for all the sorry boots that had been worn once by their owners and then tossed aside because they were "too tight" or "uncomfortable" or because they "rubbed a spot too hard". I now know the secret, of not only how to custom form leather shoes to my feet, but also how to acquire barely used leather goods at a fraction of their retail cost.

Here are some actual styles that I personally own and adore:

I told you… I am an addict. But, that's ok. I like my issues. Happy

Rich Dad Poor Dad

Today, as I was sitting at a very boring work event, I was checking my email and noticed that I had a new Audible credit. I logged onto the Audible website, and thought to myself, "what book do I want to listen to?"

About a week ago I came across some "Lux" YouTube video that mentioned this book, Rich Dad Poor Dad: What the Rich Teach Their Kids About Money That the Poor and Middle Class Do Not! by Robert T. Kiyosaki. The video was talking about things that rich parents teach their kids, but poor parents don't. My father was definitely a poor dad, and still is one to this day. He did not know how to save money. Instead, he spent money. My father managed to spend a half million dollar inheritance in a matter of years, with nothing to show for it. I remember telling him, when I was around 21 years of age, that he should give me some of the money to invest. I am sure, as he has to work 6-7 days a week, with lots of overtime, at the age of 65, that he wishes he had given me that money now.

On the way home from this event, I started listening to this book. As I listened to the beginning of this tale, I am happy that I have already started talking to my daughter about the importance of starting to save money early in life and the value of compounding interest. I don't want her to end up scrounging for change like her grandparents, and living in the financial fear that I have felt for the past 20 years.

As for myself, I am getting laid off from my job of 10 years as of January 5th. I have never been more excited then I am now. So many of the people that I have lead at work still hold me in high regard, and consider me to be the best boss that they ever had. Through the years at this job, I have grown in various areas, and I can't wait to take all of that experience and begin to create a new life built on passions… not fears. As I was being told that I was losing my job, it was almost like a huge weight was lifted off of my shoulders; it was as if someone told me that my release date from jail just got pushed up. Freedom is right around the corner.

What is in store for me next? I guess you are going to have to stay tuned to find out.