Manolos, Mulberry, Marc Jacobs and Me

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Anyone who knows me knows where I come from and my values as a person. I love my family, would do anything for my friends and even though I don’t see either of them as much as I would like to, I hold them as the most dearest things to me.

In the same vain, I would not call myself shallow (and I hope others wouldn’t either) I can happily go without materialist thing; but when it comes to shoes and bags, I will confess, I AM AN ADDICT and a complete sucker for a designer buy* (*I say bargain – but it does depend on who’s eyes you are looking at the purchase from.)

Growing up, I wouldn’t say I was really into fashion, I always wore joggers and t-shirts – I hated jeans (to be honest I’m not a massive fan now – thank god for jeggings I say!) I was quite happy with what I had and never really wanted for anything…However, there is one particular memory I have a child, and it was back when I was about 6. My mum bought me this coat for school and I hated it. It was bright blue with red and yellow blocks of colour on it. Utterly hideous it was, I kicked up such a fuss, but she still made me wear it.

I remember one day, one of the other children in my class pulled the toggle and ran around me and I got tangled up in the coat. Now back then in my eyes, it wasn’t the child’s fault for doing it, no, it was that goddamn coat’s fault, and if it hadn’t been so hideous, then I wouldn’t have been targeted and had my toggles pulled….Well, that what I told my mum that evening, when I announced I hated school and was never wearing that coat again, it was ruining my life. (Not sure the drama queen has even really left me, even now to be honest.)

Anyways, what does this have to do with designer shoes and handbags?

Well, from that very young age, I vowed I would never wear a horrid coat like the one I’d been forced to wear in primary school, again. When I was older and rich (ha, I wish eh!) I was going to buy myself a nice, really expensive coat (and bag and shoes, of course, it would be rude not to.) So, now I am older (and unfortunately not yet fulfilled the ambition of being rich) I would be being disloyal to my 6 year old self, if every once in a while, I did not indulge in a bit of Michael (Kors), Marc (Jacobs) or indeed Manolo or Mulberry!

So, these days I do what my 6 year old self would have wanted me to do. I have the best relationship I can possibly have with Michael, Mark, Manolo, and sometimes Jimmy (Choo, of course.)

Now, I am by all means not flash, nor do I actually have a wardrobe full of designer bags and shoes. But, I do feel quite strongly that it is my duty to myself, to ensure that the 6 year old within me suffers no more…

So, with all this in mind, when my husband next tells me off for ‘wasting my money’ or that ‘Tesco sell perfectly good shoes and bags’ I am going to sit him down and tell him the truth…It’s not that I want these things because they’re pretty and soft and just so damn b-e-a-u-t-i-f-u-l, it’s because of the promise I made to myself back when I was six.

Do you think he’ll believe me? Probably not, but it’s worth a try – There’s a gorgeous pair of Mulberry boots I want and I really do need to find some way of justifying buying them before they sell out!!!