Dear Diary,
As I mentioned the other day, the Jimmy Choo for H&M collection was launched yesterday.
Today I ended up going on a last minute trip to London to visit boyfriend aaaaand as I was early I thought I'd have a quick browse over the shops.
I may, possibly, have ended up in one of the H&M branches around Oxford Circus.... and I may have immediately located the Jimmy Choo clothes, then may have spent about 15 minutes hunting for the bags and shoes....
Then I may, or may not, have found the bag that I had majorly been lusting after on the 13th.
Ok, so delete all the "may"s out and you have what I did today. I then realised that this wasn't a decision to be taken lightly considering this is most likely the MOST amount of money I will ever spend on a bag unless I end up super duper rich (one can hope).
So, I was faced with a difficult decision - think "sod it", buy the bag and then be stressed over money related issues and a look from my parents that said "that was a waste of money" OR not buy the bag and face regretting it for... well... ever basically. So what did I do? I rang my Mum of course! She is the worst and best influence on me. When I'm there faffing around over whether I can really justify another £20 on another shirt, she's the one who gives me the justification, or not, for it. This is why my Mum is wonderful.
So after spending a good five minutes on the phone discussing it with her; I went and bought the bag.
Best. Thing. Ever.
I will put up pictures tomorrow or something, I just felt the need to blog tonight that I actually had the bag in my hands. And it's beautiful. And it's worth every penny of the £69.99.
And I have used the word "and" far too much tonight. It's disgusting, this post is appallingly written. I'll probably look back at it in a couple of weeks and die of shame, but I suppose that is what excitement does to you :).
In other news I'm off shopping tomorrow with my mother in Reading. I need new clothes, as does she. She needs her personal shopper (that's me, in case you hadn't guessed); and I need my justification for all the pretty things I'll inevitably lust after.
As I mentioned the other day, the Jimmy Choo for H&M collection was launched yesterday.
Today I ended up going on a last minute trip to London to visit boyfriend aaaaand as I was early I thought I'd have a quick browse over the shops.
I may, possibly, have ended up in one of the H&M branches around Oxford Circus.... and I may have immediately located the Jimmy Choo clothes, then may have spent about 15 minutes hunting for the bags and shoes....
Then I may, or may not, have found the bag that I had majorly been lusting after on the 13th.
Ok, so delete all the "may"s out and you have what I did today. I then realised that this wasn't a decision to be taken lightly considering this is most likely the MOST amount of money I will ever spend on a bag unless I end up super duper rich (one can hope).
So, I was faced with a difficult decision - think "sod it", buy the bag and then be stressed over money related issues and a look from my parents that said "that was a waste of money" OR not buy the bag and face regretting it for... well... ever basically. So what did I do? I rang my Mum of course! She is the worst and best influence on me. When I'm there faffing around over whether I can really justify another £20 on another shirt, she's the one who gives me the justification, or not, for it. This is why my Mum is wonderful.
So after spending a good five minutes on the phone discussing it with her; I went and bought the bag.
Best. Thing. Ever.
I will put up pictures tomorrow or something, I just felt the need to blog tonight that I actually had the bag in my hands. And it's beautiful. And it's worth every penny of the £69.99.
And I have used the word "and" far too much tonight. It's disgusting, this post is appallingly written. I'll probably look back at it in a couple of weeks and die of shame, but I suppose that is what excitement does to you :).
In other news I'm off shopping tomorrow with my mother in Reading. I need new clothes, as does she. She needs her personal shopper (that's me, in case you hadn't guessed); and I need my justification for all the pretty things I'll inevitably lust after.
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