I heard my phone ringing but I was eating my tea (dinner if you are not a Mancunian), but it kept ringing so I though I best at least check caller ID. It was my friend Lianne so I thought I best answer in case it was an emergency. “Where the hell have you been?” Me: “Eating my tea”, “But I need you it is an emergency, a fashion emergency!!!!”
Brief Interlude: Now I had been expecting some kind of phone call, since it was the first day of Selfridges sale and I had, with nerves of steel declined to go. Lianne was determined to go after repeat visits to fondle this cerulean Yves Saint Laurent clutch. We had also been on a few trips to take a good look at these Prada wedges, you might recall seeing them in this post. As it was so close to sale season and the fact L has size 3 feet I convinced her it would be prudent to wait for them to go on sale – oh yes the irony I know, I know. Any way sale day comes and L decides she absolutely wants the cerulean YSL clutch, nay needs the cerulean YSL clutch after debating its necessity for months.
“Do you think I should get a navy or turquoise Marc Jacobs bag, you know in the same style as the black one I have?”, Me: “Erm what about the cerulean clutch?”, “I was too late they sold out, so I thought I should get one of the MJ ones instead but I can’t decide which colour.” Me: “Well is it a dark navy because it probably won’t even look any different to the black one.” L: “But the navy has gold hardwear and my black one has silver”. Me: “Ok well that makes a difference, what outfits have you found that don’t go with the silver?”. L: “Ermmm” *thinking*. Me: “Ok well how about the turquoise, what do you think you will wear that with?”. L: “Erm, well…” (At this point I should tell you L has a phobia of mixing colours, everything has to match or I think she will contract plague or something equally terrible).
So to cut this part of the story short, L can’t really think of anything she would wear a navy or turquoise bag with, beside the fact that they are both fairly summery and the summer bags she already has don’t see that much use (we live in Manchester, we have come to accept this). Whilst interrogating a sales assistant about the cerulean clutch she had asked about the Prada wedges. Last time we were checking them out they didn’t have her size in store but there was one last pair ‘on the system’ but the system wouldn’t tell us in exactly which store they were. Turns out it was maybe a mistake of the sale assistant as this time the inquiring discovered they were at the Trafford Centre (about a 45 min drive away from the city centre).
At this point L tells me this is all my fault, which in fact maybe slightly true. When we met in Egypt I most likely came across as a fairly normal person, unclad of designer trappings. Only upon getting to know me does the full extent of my obsession become clear. L was never into designer stuff until she met me, I created a monster, an addict who was it need of a hit. L: “You did this to me”. Me: “Yes, but where am I? At home, not freaking out in the sales.” L: “That’s why I need you, you give me a little now I want more…. we end up in hysterics over this for a few minutes. Me: “Ok you are only wanting a MJ bag because you are in the sales and feel the need to take home a ‘bargain’, put both bags down and leave the store. Do it, do it now. Save your money for the Prada wedges.” Finally we get L out of the store and on her way to the other one right away across town.
The next phone call I get and we find out L has the Prada, pieces of perfection, shoes and she is just having a look around, when low and behold she comes across another table of bloody MJ bags. We go over the entire pros and cons conversation again when we decide it would be worth double checking this store for the cerulean YSL clutch. She locates a sales assistant and from the muffles I guess she is going to have a look, next thing I hear is screeching down my ear, I guess she has found one. Turns out they had been put away as they were not going into sale. I don’t need to point out that this is the perfect example of when and why you should be buying something. In my experience when you have to umm and ahh over something then really you should let it go. Then when you find the things that really make you jump around and squeal for joy, you can snap them up without a doubt. Me: “Get off the phone and go pay for your bag…” duuurrrrrrr *click, end of call*
A couple of hours later I get this photo,