Sa-wat-dee . . .
Hello in Thai, I have been getting so excited that I went to the library and picked up a load of books. On top of that I have two very achy arms from my injections and Daddy has a nice hole in his pocket in the form of my travel essentials. Ah the joys of travelling.
Now, I have always made it clear that I believe that a handbag is a womans best friend. It doesn't matter if you have put on weight, lost weight or are in general just having a bad day. Rain or shine that handbag will fit and it will look gorgeous . . invest in a classic handbag and it is seasonless, the transformation of any outfit. So, you can imagine how upset I feel when it dawns on me that my favourite handbags have to collect dust in the wardrobe . . but to add insult to injury my travelling partner suggests . . . wait for it . . "Just buy a fake one when we're there"! PFFT, no thank you, I would feel like a traitor to my precious Louis if I were to replace him with a second class citizen.
Rant over . . . I have more pleasant news. I went in search of a backpack, I wanted to inject a little designer into it so headed for North Face. What I learnt is that 1. Travel backpacks are hideous and 2. They are impossible to carry without falling over. For these reasons I opted for a holdal that I can pull (basically a suitcase YES!) and a very cute backpack for the day, yes I'm well aware I just used backack and cute in the same sentence but it's called Isobel! And just so that I could feel myself again . . A bright pink rain-mac, perfect!
Three hundred and fifty pounds later I feel travelling could still be a fashionable affair afterall!
(And perhaps I could sneak one handbag and a pair of heels in?)
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