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I
don't know what it is with me
at the moment but I seem to be developing
a 'thing' for handbags. Now I know
that may not sound unusual to other
women but I never really have been
a 'shoe and handbag' girl.
In fact I'm fairly well known for
repeat buying the same pair of shoes
and the same style handbag, both
sensible and black, over and over
again. So why have I suddenly developed
this need to gaze into shop windows
lovingly every time I see a coloured
bag?
Last month I fell hopelessly in
love with a shiny red patent one,
this month there's an olive green
pebble leather one in Nexts window
that I keep looking at. It's not
even that I necessarily feel the
need to own it, I just can't help
staring at it rather like a work
of art.
This weekend I was supposed to be
on a mammoth t-shirt shopping trip,
to replace all the ones I threw
away last year when I ditched everything
in my wardrobe, and yet there I
was, parading up and down the store
trying news handbags to see if they
fit!
There just seems to be something
about the choice this season that
has captured my imagination. I love
the colours, I love the styles -
just the whole idea of them. I've
been so fed up with the fashions
for the last few years that I think
I'm just craving to own something
I really like for a change and it
seems that bags are fulfilling that
need at the moment.
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I
must say I was less than impressed
with the spring collection of clothes
available once again. Where I live
it seems that unless you want to
go top to toe nautical then you'll
be walking around naked this year.
The High Street was awash with navy
and white combos and every t-shirt
had stripes of some description
with toggles and waggles here, there
and everywhere. Shiver-me-timbers!
Trouble is, I think sailor suits
look better on sailors than they
do on me so I resorted to the meager
offerings of Boho chic items yet
again, very similar to all those
I've just chucked away in fact.
One lady assistant was pleased to
report that the 'jewel colours'
were on the way a little later on
- at which point I abandoned ship
altogether, I like my emeralds and
ruby's on my fingers and certainly
not on my body! I don't think there's
a skin tone on earth that suits
lapiz blue and fuchsia pink can
drain even the liveliest complexion.
The alternative would appear to
be daffodil yellow this year - I
saw it everywhere, from knickers
to jackets and purses to Wellingtons.
A lovely cheery colour, I agree
- for daffodils! Anyway, it's a
colour our local geriatric nurses
wear as a uniform, I think it's
meant to cheer the elderly up, so
I'm avoiding that one. I don't want
to be stopped in the street and
asked for a bed pan!
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