It’s London Fashion Week and my Visa card is currently hiding in my wallet, terrified that it will soon be hit with an onslaught of charges involving pretty, shiny, silky, sexy bits and pieces.
I am currently in love with this seasons clothes and have spent many a lunch break daydreaming over the Topshop and ASOS websites, and Saturdays spent fondling pretty things in Westfield. But, much to my surprise I have not indulged myself like I once used to. Instead I am making do with what I have, and purchasing only the bare essentials.
The fact of the matter is, I think I’m growing up. My desire for a house of my own far outweighs my desire for a gorgeous Ted Baker raspberry colour coat, and with the property market in its current state, it will be many years of depriving myself of beautiful things before I will have one.
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