Wednesday, 8 June 2011


Second-hand dress / Topshop bag

In case you hadn't already picked up on it, I am a sucker for sentimental items. Anything with a story or any kind of personal meaning I can't help but fall a little bit in love with. Unconditional love. And like unconditional love, one fails to see the faults in the object of  their affection. While I recognise that it cost very little and there is something not quite right about the tacky plastic and fluorescent yellow colour of this bag, it doesn't stop me from treasuring it just as much as my classic and very expensive 2.55. It was bought for me by my parents as a birthday present when I was around ten, and it was the first 'grown-up' piece of clothing I owned. It was Topshop! That was a huge deal back then. I wore it to the pantomime that Christmas, with the same pride as I would wear a Chanel couture gown to the Russian Ballet in Paris today. While it is currently having a 'moment', what with the reign of the 60s last season and colour clashing this summer, I will still love it for years to come, even when fashion doesn't.

Things I've done recently:
Revised - lots, listened to the Grease soundtrack and Patrick Wolf on repeat, bought a Holga 135, finished my book (High Fidelity, if you gave a crap), wished that I knew Nick Grimshaw (forget French or Italian men, I'm a sucker for a Lancashire accent), got my first haircut in 10 months, pined for some Dr Marten 1461s, got outbid on some really nice stuff on eBay, wished I was a Roitfeld.


  1. i totally know the affection-thing you discribed.
    although the neon-yellow bag seems truly brilliant anyway!


  2. thank-you for the comment my lovely, i love your blog and i'm not following xx

  3. i mean't now following! xxx

  4. Aww, that is incredibly cute! Even cuter that it was Topshop! If you hadn't of said anything, I would have thought it was a new buy, amazing colour xx