>> Don't worry, I'm not about to bewail the fact that I've turned another year nudging me into the late-twenties bracket (I turn 27 today – there, no mystery or quandry over something that certain people seem awfully over-sensitive about…). Quite literally though, a wave of blue has come over me in a gluttonous bout of self-gifting that were shamefully spur of the moment as opposed to being a calculated blue-on-blue assault. It all just happens to coincide with the blessed birthday. I've grown to self-gift increasingly more and more as year passes by, a material consolation perhaps as each year ticks itself off into oblivion. Last night, as I was watching Jim Broadbent as Logan Mountstuart reflect over his mounds of good and bad luck in Any Human Heart (flawed but visually absorbing to watch), I wondered whether at his character's age, what I had amassed in material fandangle might be the equivalent of his stacked up journals. Oh and whether this website will have disappeared into a Google black hole (when say an apocalyptic explosion blows up all servers of the world…) that I have nothing to show for other than said fandangle. Ok, this is turning out to be more morose than I had anticipated…
(Worn with vintage denim shirt, COS cropped jumper, Balenciaga leather trimmed kilt – no, I'm not that flash – lucky buy for $100 on eBay, Wolford tights)
Back to the tangible blues at hand, the first of which marks my first new Mulberry bag that I've ever owned. The brand's recent successful profiteering rings in another nuggin of a sale from me, not that it even needs my measly offerings when there are girls lined up, buying Alexa after Alexa until the bag has exhausted all finishes and starts sprouting its own offspring. I opted for a bag called 'Leah' – I have no idea who this bag is named after and I don't think I particularly care either. I'm certainly not going to be referring to a bag by a girl's name. It's just called 'Blue Bag', maybe sometimes 'Bright Blue Bag' if Steve has trouble differentiating between navy and royal blue. The size of the bag and light weight of the 'plonge lambskin' it's made out of also means mags, camera and laptop can go in there if necessary.
The second hit of blue was sort of inevitable really. I have the Nicholas Kirkwood paint dabbed heels so it stands to reason I must have the matching brogues. Hah! I say that as though anything BUT the case would be an outrageous attrocity. Actually perhaps I really do mean that in all seriousness. Well, anyhow, here they are, presenting themselves as the flattened down option to their heeled counterpart.
