"Ooo Hello [sleezy voice]" - JR
I warned you, I'm posh.
Although unfortunately Harrods is not a regular occurrence, this times funding came very generously from Ma, my recent birthday prezzie was a trip to Harrods for tea (two people), and of course my partner in crime on that day was Miss Reeve.
I must have spent about 3 weeks (3 days) organising and planning my outfit, desperate to fit into the clans of poshos that sipped tea and frittered away hundreds of pounds on a pair of socks. I chose a sheer cream shirt (black lacey bra underneath obvs), denim and leather a-line skirt, black pixie boots and my beloved fur collared coat. This, in my head, was a power ensemble, however I'm pretty sure that for at least half the day my arse was uncovered by the skirt (luckily covered by my coat! phew!) and the blisters my newest shoe purchase had made, 2 days previously, stung like bitches in my boots. Fashion is pain!
|She's going to hate me for this!|
|Notice the pinky?!|
However I was out Downton-ed by a lady who was determined to hire someone to follow her carrying her bags?!
Returning home totally skint with Chanel eyeshadow, 2 classic books, Bumble & Bumble hair nonsense and a bottle of water, I felt accomplished, but not as accomplished as Miss Reeve who carried her brand new, rose gold, The Cambridge Satchel Company bag, like a baby or Gollum's precious.
Hoping I've made you suitably jelly!