Lust Have

I’m in lust. I know I say this at least once a month but this time, it’s serious. So serious that I’m considering parting with a sizable lump of cash in order to make my dream come true. The object that has inspired such irrational feelings? A handbag. Well, it’s always a handbag, isn’t it? But this is a Bodhi handbag. And I want it.



Ever since I saw the snaps of Little J from Gossip Girl carrying it during a funeral scene, I have longed to swing this beautiful clutch by it’s oversized gold safety pin handle as I skip happily down the street. But the question is, can I afford it? At £500, it’s a serious amount to splurge on a bag that I can probably only carry at weekends and evenings. And at this point, my inner bank manager kicks in and starts listing everything that I’ve blown stupid amounts of cash on recently, such as my iPhone (for the record - best. Investment. Ever.) and I start thinking, what can I do to get this and quickly, before it goes out of season?

Never have I been so traumatised by a handbag. Never. And no, I'm not going to tell you where you can get one as I'm being selfish and want to make sure that should I scrape together the cash, I can have one. So ner.

Oh. My. God.

I usually try to steer clear of ebay, in order not to stray into the path of temptation and things like this are exactly why:




It ends in less than 2 hours and is an absolute steal (currently) at $400. I'm telling myself that even if I bought it, I would probably manage to blow the electrics and that's why I can't buy it.

Sigh.

Mmm...

I love beef jerky almost a little too much, so imagine my delight when I came across a veritable WALL of it in the local supermarket yesterday. Mmm, tasty...

The Ice Storm

So, I know I've been promising to blog for sometime and I do still owe you all a post about the RE:Fashion Awards and that will still come but there is good reasoning behind my lack of posting. The last two weeks have been crazy, prepping for a trip that I'm now on. This blog comes live from Breckenridge Colorado, a little ski town where I'll be based until next Monday, which is coincidentally also my 25th birthday.

After a hellish 20 hours travelling yesterday to get here yesterday, I am now firmly settled in an incredibly retro condo up in the hills. By retro, I mean that everything is made of polyester - my shredded elbows are testament to this, as is the rather scary light show of static energy that I was treated to in bed last night, where every move caused a little spark in the dark. I also get an electric shock from whatever I touch, meaning I currently resemble Einstein a little too much for my liking.

Ooh, and did I mention my other rather exciting little piece of news? I was finally allowed to upgrade my phone and I am not officially an iBore. Oh yes, I blew almost a week's wages on my iPhone and it would've been great, had it not decided to go psycho on me last night when I tried to sync it but it seems far better now.

The above photo ties in nicely to both subjects this evening - these are the rather fabulous snow boots that I bought from Primark for £10 for the express purpose of this trip, taken on my iPhone in six inches of snow. There's currently a blizzard outside, so I will now retreat to the safety of my cheap polyester sheets. More soon.