A 30 year old female. That’s me.

A designer with an affinity for all things beautiful and intoxicating. Oh yes.

A taste for the luxurious? I confess.

The aforementioned makes it all the more difficult to face reality.

I have come to realise that the years elevated by a gluttonous carefree pleasure of consumerist narcissism are running past me with roughly the same velocity as the cursed biological clock ticking in the back of my head.

Glinting in the horizon of the not so distant future is sensible budgeting towards sustainable financial life. Playing house is bound to take priority over impersonating Carrie eventually.

Gorgeous shoes, hot fashion items and luxurious cosmetics will all be a thing of the past sooner than I can spell Christian Louboutin.

It is therefore my contention, that I might as well enjoy it while I still can. Right?

And speaking of spelling: this gorgeous pair had my name all over them but they no longer have my size in stock. Heartbroken!