Currently, i buy crap i don't need, use £5 conditioner and eat cheap vegetables. I think its time to get back to trying to achieve luxury in everyday life. Primark should be shunned, and rather than purchase another naff dress, my funds can be reserved for cascades of feathers and ruffles and silk from outlets which smell like jo malone. underwear is another issue. cotton boy shorts are not the mark of high glamour.
i first acquired this love of oppulence as a small child, where mother, aka G-UNIT, would be surrounded by a cloud of coco chanel, her face smooth from all the prescription drugs. the time i spent in london in may also contributed. my boss had a £3000 burberry aviator, ate watercress for lunch and spent weekends hobnobbing on the scene and quaffing champagne. I NEED TO HAVE THIS LIFE.
even at the latest internship in manchester, my new editor confessed that whilst she sometimes struggled to pay the bills, her jimmy choos and stash of mulberry always stayed in place. hmmm. all this from a fondant sandwich. i think its because the wafer itself is obvi of french origin. those parisan bitches have luxury down to a tee. Stylist free, the long limbed and lovely stalk the capital's streets, poreless of course, with beautiful young artists hanging onto their every word. MON DIEU.
First steps, stop necking lambrini, moisturise everyday and invest in some kerastase hair goodies regardless of its £22 price tag. oh, and maybe assess the wardrobe. farewell cookie monster pants. x
look, but don't eat.
This is really well written. I approve!
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