Freedom

Upon hanging up the phone with one’s accountant after a long lecture concerning the terminal illness of one’s finances most people would be prompted into drafting up some sort of plan for an economy drive; Sainsbury’s instead of Ocado deliveries, actually making dinner and not reservations, tube instead of cab that sorta thing. So why did I find my self-obsessing over luxury? Because I have delusions of grandeur, not any sort of grandeur either really grand grandeur I‘ve been fantasising about having really offensive Oligarch sums of money. The sort of money that gives you freedom. They say money can’t buy you love (and it can’t I concur) what they don’t tell you is what money can buy you. For me money = freedom and right now I could do with some.

Maserati Quattroporte  from £90,000, Westin Excelsior Hotel- Rome $29,000 a night, Lottery ticket £1 (well, it could be you, I mean me.)

Spring?

Right now I am so longing for sun that I am obsessed with spring! I want to acquire a new spring wardrobe and I want to stop wearing wolford opaque’s, my head is full of images of light little dresses and pirate boots but I’m also desperate to get a few more wears of last season’s Alexander McQueen fox cape, I’m fickle as well as shallow; my mother must be so proud! It’s all about light isn’t, it; spring? There is a change in the light that is mood enhancing together with a pretty fresh pastel palette. Ring in spring with Vintage lampshades in delicate shades, hyacinth bulbs balanced in vases (oh the smell!) and brighten up the black with colourful silk scarves!

Hand painted vintage shade £39, Silk scarf YSL £155, vintage hyacinth vase £30