Just 12 hours shy of my birthday celebrations, a last minute costume change found yours truly with a lovely dress, a sweet pair of shoes but no belt for the party of the year. What’s a girl to do? Panic and shop - In that direct order but never simultaneously!
Tuesday, 3 June 2008
As luck would have it there is a tiny little gift store attached to a florist just 100 metres from my flat. Every now and then I enter this treasure trove to explore its very specific vintage items; half a dozen handbags sourced from the States and a scattering of vintage ornate belts that are draped around piles of books and potted plants. It was here that my birthday outfit came together. My eyes quickly averted from anything else in the store when I spotted the perfect brown and gold belt with the most outstanding buckle. It was a sign and being so close to home, this piece had to be mine! Coming in at a steep £97 meant that I had to take a good 12 seconds to contemplate my purchase (insert pause for effect) but swiftly, and with a shaky hand the transaction was cleared. Just under a week’s rent debited from my account and my birthday outfit was complete.
At 97 quid I do hope to get at least a good few years wear out of it and if this vintage phenomenon continues it may become another one of those “give to your daughter” pieces, anything to justify the extravagance right?. Let’s just hope my waist appreciated and enjoyed being wrapped in a week's worth of rent for 6 hours last Saturday evening. Any ideas on where I may rest my weary head next week?
Posted by Francis Girard at 21:18