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That's right Adam, you keep scratching that head!

I love to fall in love. With men, with cocktails, with dessert, and most certainly, with handbags and clothes. I love the excitement that comes with it, and the ‘I’m-just-so-happy-thinking-about-you-that-I-can’t-eat-or-sleep’ euphoria. Not just because it’s always great to lose a pound or two, but because it is so much fun to have something special to obsess over.

Much as I love to do it, I don’t do it often,  because falling in love can be a real pain in the butt sometimes. Take yesterday for example. I popped into Temple Muse’s LOVE party, intending to dash in and dash out in under ten minutes, only to find myself, twenty whole minutes later, drooling like a donkey over a clutch by Lara Bohinc. It was beautiful, absolutely gorgeous, and from the moment I saw it, I knew that I, and my bank account, were headed for doom. I persuaded myself at the time that my actions were perfectly justifiable, after all, the last handbag I fell in love with before the Bohinc, was a metallic chocolate large flap bag by Chanel, which I never managed to get my hands on for all sorts of *cough* funding-related reasons.

Imagine my horror then, when I woke up this morning to find two beautifully packaged ‘Eden’ carrier bags sitting outside my bedroom door. They had been delivered the night before by Didi Ocheja, who I have now decided I will be staying far far away from. The first carrier bag held a beautiful calfskin tote with teakwood handles, called ‘Zack’, and three stunning sets of jewelry. Think sleek, long necklaces and chic earrings laden with turquoise beads, Romanian figaro gold work, and champagne and cognac pearls. Her pieces really are as delicious as they sound. I was so incredibly happy, because I knew I was onto something the day I invited Didi to create jewelry and handbags specially for Mint Condition. When I opened the second carrier bag however, I wanted to kick myself. Inside was a handbag called ‘The Audrey’, a structured and oh so sexy mini briefcase clothed in green python skin. It was to die for! I’m looking at it now, and I wish more than anything that Tenne was here to take a photo of it so that you could see for yourselves. I dare not bring out my own camera because I know there’s no way I’ll be able to do it justice. The bag was so stunning that I called Didi on the spot. I won’t tell you how the conversation went, but let’s just say that come Wednesday, a little birdie will come a-knocking at my door, bearing a gift fit for Ms Hepburn. Teehee! I simply cannot wait.

I’ve been waiting to come down from the high of what has been a great, but so so bad, irresponsible and crazily stupid weekend bank account-wise, but it hasn’t happened yet. I have a feeling the bubble will burst when my debit card is declined at Goodies tomorrow. I really don’t know what’s come over me, I’m not usually like this. I’m starting to think it’s because I’ve been surrounded by beautiful things day in day out for the last month and a half. Does anyone know a good remedy for ‘handbag poisoning’?

If Tenne comes round between now and Sunday, you’ll get a look at the Audrey, I promise. And if he doesn’t, you’ll just have to come to Mint Condition to see it for yourselves. Temptation has come to Mint Condition ladies (oops, and gentlemen)! Picture juicy, red, completely seductive and irresistible apples, and you’ll have an idea of what’s in store.

Till then, I’m off to dream sweet sweet dreams starring me, my Bohinc and my Audrey. Bonne nuit. Xxx

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