As soon as I plan a holiday I find it necessary to stock up on sunglasses. The fact that I already have an obscene amount in my possession doesn’t seem to stop me. I’m an animal.
Be kind to yourself. Don’t sweat the small stuff. Have a nice day. These are my three daily mantras. And yep, I am now the proud owner of this banging Anya Hindmarch bag. Oh hell yeah.
These trousers are KILLING me. In the words of Rachel Zoe they are ba-na-nas. And I am in love with them. Possibly more than I love my bunny…
And I’m down with that. So down, that I’m going to print this pic out and stick it in my wedding collage book. Oh yes I am.
I am a glitter freak. As soon as something shiny, sparkly or sequin-covered catches my eye, that’s it, I’ve been sucked in. And there’s no coming back.
Friend: “Where are your earrings from? They’re just adorable.”
Me: “Oh these? Just Oscar de la Renta. No big deal.”
While I know we’re still experiencing a pretty hot and sweaty heat wave – I’m trying to keep my pasty limbs out of it – I’m pretty darn ready for Autumn. And I’m not even sorry for typing that.
As I begin to fill my gorgeous new display cabinet with handbags, I start to take note of the bags that are missing from my current collection. Said collection has dwindled massively in the past year due to a serious case of mould taking the majority of bags hostage. But that’s ok. Because I can dream about replacing them.
I don’t even know where to begin with these boots. They are next-level gorgeous. I am so smitten it actually hurts a little.