Jimmy Who?

After months of being frugal and adjusting to earning my own income in a new town, I finally broke the no-spend-ban I placed on my (brand new!) credit card. And once I swiped, I did not stop! First the background information…I have a friend who has a friend who works for Jimmy Choo. And through this friend of a friend I managed to grab a much-sought-after spot on their annual ‘friends and family’ sale. Gasp! After a sleepless night, I headed out in shoes that would slip on and off easily enough for me to be able to try on many pairs. At the same time if needed. Alas, by the time the plebs (that’s the category I fell into, sadly) got access to the sale, all the size 41 shoes had been plundered to death by the staff and media the day before (is it just me or do all journalists have large feet?). There were pale pink satin pumps, but I just couldn’t bring myself to do it. Then my eyes roved over to the top shelf where hundreds of bags were screaming my name. “Take me home!” they seemed to say. And I did. Three of them. And it wasn’t easy, I tell you! My arms were sore from the weight of carrying all the ones I wanted to take home, but in the end I had to leave some to the clutches of other desperate shoppers. And I got three. One black basic. One gorgeous olive green basic (I could only find a photo in purple online). And one divine silver basic. And I love them. What do you think?