It’s no secret that I’m addicted to shopping. Something about the smell of new leather, the cardboard bags, handing over my credit card, the way the bitchy shop assistants are suddenly my new BFFs once I utter those immortal words, “I’ll take it“. But for me, the shopping buzz I get from buying three pairs of Gucci moccasins at once never lasts long enough.
Strutting down London’s famous Bond Street like I’m Julia Roberts in Pretty Woman (minus the slutty career choice) is where I’m my most happiest. I’m one of those annoying people who the sales associates know by name. They can smell my credit card from a mile off and they’re ready at a moments notice to show me the latest collections. Of course, I make them work for their commission, I throw in a few passing negative comments, “I’m not sure this jacket is really me, the colour is a bit dull for my skin tone“. And one of my favourites, “Is it limited edition? I’m only buying limited edition from now on”. You’ve got to make them sweat a little.
Lately I’ve been cutting back on my spending, I barely have any storage space left and the bags, jackets and shoes that I own hardly see the light of day. Though honestly I think it’s okay that I don’t use them all the time, because I do consider them all “investments” (well that’s what I tell my mother whenever I come home from a shopping spree in Louis). As Carrie Bradshaw once said, “I like my money right where I can see it. Hanging in my closet.”
Though I do fear that one day my shopping addiction will be my downfall. I’ve already spent the equivalent of a house deposit on luxury items, they’re just so pretty and all they want is a loving home to go to. And quite honestly, I consider spending £20,000 in Louis Vuitton quite the achievement. In fact, I should get a medal or an award of some kind, or I should at least treat myself to a little something in Burberry.
My mother always says, “You bought another bag? Do you really need that?” and like any good addict I have my excuse down to an art form. “It’s not about needing, it’s about wanting.” I wanted another bag. No one in this world needs anything other than water, food and oxygen. And maybe private healthcare. And definitely an iPhone, I’d be lost without mine. Oh and everyone needs a Clarisonic I’m totally addicted to mine. Google it. Get one.
My Louis Vuitton bag collection holds a special place in my heart, you can tell so much about a person by what’s in their bag, and everyone (man, woman, child) needs a good, trusty bag to carry all their shit in. I’m taking mine to the grave.