I’ve just figured out that my unwillingness to ‘fess up to fashion purchases to him indoors, is a throwback to my inability to handle money as a youth.
As a student, any letter arriving from the bank was sure to only bring bad news, and the need to blag more safety net money from my folks. An illustrious career of overspending then ensued, with the assumption that I would be able to figure out a fix somehow, and anyway wasn’t it all worth it for that particular gorgeous must have piece?
Fast forward to today and I’m now a master of surreptitious purchasing and nifty package disposal. It’s a skill set that one day might be considered for inclusion in an Olympic sport arena, or the very least a City & Guilds qualification that everyone should pop onto their resume.
In order to assimilate how many underhand factors are employed to reach the end goal of a covetted purchase, I’ve happened upon a formulaic way to keep a tally on my spendthrift ways.
Fot today’s installment, I give you:
1 x Marcus Lupfer sequin sweater + 1 x pair of Manolo Blahnik Mary Janes = the lengths I went through to snaffle them up…
#Lucky