Due to the continued lack of a flat purchase I want quite a lot this week and my tastes are getting increasingly expensive. Also, I’m into blush pink, which is very unlike me.
This draped trench from Warehouse. I’ve tried it on, loved it. Refused to part with £95. I’m like that for a few weeks and then give in to temptation.
This Topshop leather backpack, but again £80 and I already have a lovely backpack.
This chic little dress from Ted Baker.
This tee… if Zara ever have it in stock I’m definitely getting it. I mean, come on, I totally can pull of being captain.
Part of me likes to believe I can pull off these leather look trousers but I know, deep down, I’m not that girl.
Wait, are these the same? I’m confused now. But I want them. I want to be a leather trouser wearer. I better get to the gym and do some more lunges and squats first.
Do you think they’re impossible to get off if you sweat, like Ross on Friends? I’d probably have to cut myself out of them and then the veil of romance left in my relationship will finally be torn to shreds. *Sigh*. I’ll still probably buy them and humiliate myself and disintegrate the remaining shreds of my dignity.
Gin crush shoes from Clarks (boy do I love the name).
Zara Home now do sandals, which does confuse me as I no longer know which Zara to shop in.
One thing I will not be buying, which my friend suggested when I told her I have an outfit dilemma for Friday night clubbing (me saying I’m going clubbing is totally ridiculous, I don’t do it, ever, this is why I’m totally stumped but it’s a career thing for my handsome significant other, so I’m going), is a crop top. I’m 29, things are bulgy in the stomach area, I have permanent crease lines from hunching over like a sloth, I cannot and will not ever wear a cropped top. I’m not 18 people, I will not debase myself.
I could leather trouser it but then I bet I’d sweat loads and become uncomfortable and irritable and be unable to pull them down to pee and then the toilet attendant will have to help me, and we’ll bond in a way two people do when they are helping one another urinate in a precarious situation, and I’ll promise to call and go to her daughter’s birthday but I won’t, because as soon as I leave that room the shame will be too much and I’ll go home sobbing and fall face first into a bucket of double chocolate ice cream and never be seen again in public.
I’m still going to buy the trousers.