Handbags to me are a bit like crack cocaine is to the Mayor of Toronto...way too difficult to resist. So when Selfridges did their annual twenty percent discount shopping weekend recently, I hotfooted it down there and started browsing for some new shoulder candy/my drug of choice. I can't remember how long I've been lusting after the PS 11 Mini but it feels like forever. How can one bag be so beautiful? It blows my mind how much love I can feel for an inanimate object. *Freudian Face* But this was really my only chance to own this lil' piece of heaven- coz although maths isn't my strong point- I calculated that even if my sis bought it for me in LA (she's there later this week) it would still work out slightly more expensive than with the Selfridges discount. Sold, to the brain dead fashion addict.
There is a drawback though. Not only is it insanely expensive, but it's also the smallest bag in the world. I mean, it's weeny inside. Miniscule. The very opposite of capacious. Aye, there's the rub. So this beaut requires discipline. Lots of it. At the very very minimum this is what I need to carry around with me at all times: purse (I have a Prada one the size of a boat), 2 x sets of keys (don't ask), phone (obvs), ciggies (sue me), gum (stops me eating), lipbalm (or else my lips will fall off) and hairbrush (for my vile, dry, knotty excuse for hair). These things will only go in with a squeeze. And ideally, I'd also like to be lugging about with me gloves (poor circulation), brolly (this is Britain after all), tissues (I've inherited this trait off my mum), glasses (blind as a bat), sunnies (look less minging) and some reading material (you can never know enough, I find). But....when you own something akin to a piece of art masquerading as a bag something's gotta give. There's a minimalist in me somewhere, and it's time to find her :)
What's on your bag lust list this A/W? Tell me tell me tell me!
#Guilt #Shame #Addict #Broke #InLove