Another one bites the dust...

So, it appears that the bag gods are against me this week. After coming to terms with the fact that I wasn't going to be able to get my hands on the Whistles Marianne Snakeskin bag at the sale price, I remembered about a bag that I had been watching on Ebay...

The more I looked at it the more I loved it - a BEAUTIFUL vintage Celine bag, perfect condition. This was the bag that was going to help me move on from my previous infatuation. Until some little bugger outbid me with 2 seconds to go.

My heart weeps again...

Heartbroken...

My dream bag is SOLD OUT!!!! At the sale price at least. Literally a few hours after I found it. The fashion world is a cruel mistress.

Winter Warmer

This jumper was a new purchase over the weekend; I had spotted it already in good old faithful Topshop but hadn't thought too much of it. Skip forward to a freezing cold Saturday roaming around London and I just couldn't resist its slouchy fit and instant warmth. Expect to be seeing it a lot more in the future...

          Jumper - Topshop      Leggings - Missguided      Boots - Office                                                                    

                                                                                  

Dreamin' Of...

I have been dreaming of this bag for a while now; from the moment I saw it I knew it was love! I am a sucker for any kind of animal print, but with a price tag of £235 I just couldn't justify it. However, upon searching for it to share my love for it with the world, I found it on SALE! Down to a better (but still slightly eek) £188. Is it a sign...?

Bag - Whistles

Introductions please...

So I guess I should start this blog with a quick introduction...

I'm Catherine and I live in Brighton; I have been to Uni, done some travelling and am now in that time of my life where I plod along to my 9-5 job each week, and spend my time there thinking about fashion, looking at clothes and dreaming up wishlists of all the goodies I cannot afford.

Before this gets going, let's be clear: I definitely don't think of myself as a some sort of fashion guru. Like most girls, I just enjoy shopping; my wardrobe resembles a jumble sale and I haven't seen what's lying at the bottom of my draws for months. I probably spend far too long getting ready,and wish I could master the 'Oh this? I just threw it on' look. But I can't. Here goes nothing anyway...

                                                                                               This is me! Cutting out the strangers next to me would have 
                                                                                  resulted in an extremely zoomed in photo of my face. Not good for anyone...