Sunday, 30 June 2013

The Confessions Of A Handbag Whore...

Forgive me for I have sinned....I don't have enough storage space for my shoes AND handbags.

Today I walked away from a £65 Ted Baker handbag in the clearance. For you, this means nothing. To my friends and family, this is the biggest event in history to happen since the royal wedding. Okay okay I'm lying, this is bigger then that.



My theory is, you can never have too many handbags. Ever. You wouldn't wear your pyjamas to work right? Just like you wouldn't take a little black clutch to the office. So you need more then one handbag to match every occasion/outfit. But I think I've developed a tiny tiny little problem. I'm completely obsessed with designer handbags. In fact, I feel obsessed is an understatement. There have been many occasions where my housemates have sat in my room, marveling at my collection. From one corner of the room to the other. Handbags everywhere....because there is no room in my wardrobe or anywhere else for that matter.

It's not just about ownership of a designer handbag. It's the feeling you get. When you're walking around the isles staring at the glossy leather treasures that lie before you. Your eyes slowly skim the collection and then it happens. Your heart picks up pace, your temperature rises and you get that tingle of excitement in your chest. You've found the one. You grasp it's pastel pink handles and you grip them tight, as if could easily slip away. You stroke its patent leather body. It feels so good. You run the scenario in your head, strutting down the high street, Starbucks in one hand, your new Ted Baker in the other. People glare at it in envy and you can't help but smirk. Before you realise what is happening you've found your way to the till and you're typing your digits into the card machine. The cashier hands you a paper bag, protecting your new baby. You walk away, feeling invincible. You don't think about the large dent you just caused in your already none existent bank balance. You're too busy mentally rolling around in the feeling of satisfaction.



People talk of shopping guilt. The comedown. The low after the high. I feel no such thing. I am the owner of a brand new handbag....I just can't afford to eat for the next 3 weeks. But I wanted to loose weight anyway so it's totally fine.

My friends are under strict instruction to not allow me within 10 meters of certain shops or on certain websites. I now have to hand over my card before I enter such palaces. You can practically hear my purse screaming as i do so. I'm a poor student living the lifestyle of a middle aged CEO. I actually fear for my future when I'm unleashed in New York this summer. I bet you can guess which avenue I'm heading too as soon as I arrive. NYC wont know what's hit it since Godzilla.



I can't wait for the day I have my first major job. You know what I'm gonna do with my first paycheck? Hit Selfridges like it's going out of fashion ;)

L.Bel xoxo


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