My French husband is holidaying in France. I am not. This means I’m a little lonely, and when I’m a little lonely, I tend to spend a lot of time looking at random things on Ebay.
Last night, at 1.09am, I was bidding on a vintage 1950s handbag, which I won for a mere £8.04, thanks to dollars being more fun than pounds or Euros.
Trawling through page upon page of vintage salt and pepper shakers (of course I don’t need another flamingo themed one, but it doesn’t mean I don’t want it) I decided to look at things from the modern day, for a change.
I’m not an avid shopper of new stuff, apart from food. After all, I make t-shirts for Red Hot Ruby and work from home, so the only things I really need are – you’ve guessed it – t-shirts, and pyjamas. I wear them all year round – the t-shirts, and the pyjamas - sometimes adding a sweatshirt on top when it gets cold, which despite it being summer - is now.
I also wear jeans every single day, so I have a faint interest in vintage Lee or vintage Levis, but that’s about it. I don’t own a single designer item, and that’s fine by me.
Admittedly, if my husband came home with Mulberry’s Ostrich Bayswater bag I would pass out, then surgically attach it to my right arm for the rest of my life, not just because it’s a nice bag, but because I would be adopting the ‘steal my bag, steal me!’ policy for any prospective thief, which I imagine would be fairly off-putting. It’s a lovely bag, but it’s not worth re-mortgaging my flat for.