I think I’m in love. No, its definite. I am in love with this Vivienne Westwood Scribble Signature Shopper at Urban Outfitters.
It’s £282, which I’m thinking is not that much for a Vivienne Westwood bag; then again my financial judgement is slightly impaired by the fact that I want it!

I can already see it swinging from my arm. Oh to dream….

After seeing the post for the Jumblist Massive jumble sale on Catwalk Queen last week, I got all excited at the prospect of finding new old clothes for the bargainous price of a £1! I started thinking of vintage dresses, possibly some nice shirts or maybe even a coat that I would unearth and wear whilst feeling smug that they cost me less than a day’s lunch.

Tiny problem with the plan though; I was just too lazy to leave my house.

It got me thinking - Carrie Bradshaw stylee complete with voice over - how much do I really love fashion? I proclaim to. I mean I read all the fashion mags, follow designer shows, love street style, and try to keep abreast of what’s new. I may not wear it, but I can appreciate it on others. However, I clearly do not love it enough to stand in line, even with prospect of finding jumble sale treasure as a reward.

That is why I admire people like Style Bubble and her dedication and true love for fashion. Even though she was ill, she was still able to make it down there and was rewarded with great finds for her perseverance.

And is not just this fashion event that I can’t be bothered for either… I missed out on the Viktor & Rolf for H&M - going an hour later in the vain hope that it would be ‘less busy’ (how naive). Well let me tell you it was less busy because other more dedicated followers of fashion had already been and gone, leaving me to admire empty rails and hangers. Same story with Roberto Cavalli. Don’t get me wrong, I’m not always going to buy stuff , it would be nice to just see it or touch it and the chance to form and opinion. I mean for goodness sake, it took me 3 days to write this post about it! I think that proves my point.

This fashion laziness makes me question my love for fashion. In fact it makes it seem more like a passing crush, or worse still a one night stand. Fashion is my booty-call. I only take an interest when I want it. Shame on me.

Damn it. I’ve got an itch to shop and it needs to be scratched.
Tiny problem though - no cash.

Then like a cartoon lightbulb going on over my head, I remembered I had a French Connection credit note waiting to be spent.
Tiny problem - can’t bleedin’ find it!!

Arrrrrrgggggh!

That’s it. It is officially splitsville for me and my favourite (read only) black pair of skinny jeans.
I am slightly annoyed because the thought of going out to buy another pair fills me with dread. I hate jeans shopping!
The thought of trying on pair after pair that will only pull up to around my calfs is slightly disheartening. Plus facing the unflattering light and confined space of fitting rooms is just too much to bear.

Now don’t get me wrong, I am not getting rid of them because I no longer want them, but because the other evening I unceremoniously split them. Not with my lard ass either I’ll have you know.
I accidentally spilt some drink on the floor at home and obviously had to clean it up, so I went to kneel but couldn’t be bothered to get on both knees and well… I can’t explain exactly, but the point is they split.

After a short burst of expletives, I came to terms with the split and moved on.

Now my mission is to replace my black jeans; wish me luck.

Working on oxford Street basically means money pours out of my pockets and into the tills of the many shops around me without even having to try.
However, these days it is a totally different story. It feels like 50 weeks since last pay day, with another 6 more to go till next pay day. It means shopping is well and truly off the (credit) cards.
It’s not helping that stores are slashing prices like it’s going out of fashion, but I’m also being tempted by all the lovely new things that are popping up in the window.

Oh how I wish I could run into a store and fill my arms with as much stuff I could carry, throw my debit card at the cashier, and beg for them to bag it all up!

So anyhoo.. I have been good and resisted all urges to shop; generally by not going out for a wander at lunch times and heading straight home after work. Yawn.

However, now that I can see pay day looming on the horizon I can feel my will weakening and the lure of the stores getting stronger. Eeek.

This is why there has been no Object of My Affection post as I cannot even begin to obsess over anything, or else it will end up in my wardrobe with the bank manager banging at my door.