I wanted to get something to mark the fact I was getting older, working harder and going a little more insane. I wanted to remind myself of why I am doing it all. Life is for living right? The sensible choice would have been a watch. An investment for the future... But I talked myself around to diamond earrings. They remind me of when my mum lent her's when I was 21, they feel like the perfect choice for how I feel now. Maybe its something I can lend my daughter in the future when she grows up...
I recently just purchased Bellabeat's new wearable product, Leaf. I've been looking at the company and the product and the company for a few months, especially in work as inspiration for a few product based projects. I've never wanted a health tracker like an Apple Watch or Fitbit. But this one was different! It was so shiny! It is so pretty smart jewellery. I told myself that buying this could be the kickstart I've been postponing. I could more accurately track my daily activity and therefore have a realistic view on my health. But I didn't just buy the cheap version - I bought the top of the range rose gold version. It looked so much nicer and if I liked it more, the more I'd wear it, and the more I'd wear it the healthier I was, Right?
Recently (last year) an airline lost my suitcase on the return journey from my summer holiday. Since then I have been trying to replace the "favourite" items of clothing that were lost. I feel I have used this to justify buying over priced replacements. I start by visiting the items online and in-store. I tell myself that if it is still there the next time its meant to be. Last weekend I went back to Urban Outfitters to find the dress I had been stalking was out of stock. I tried a couple of others. I bought both because I couldn't decide, I rationalised this by saying I would return one once I had decided which I couldn't live without. That I didn't want them to sell out too while I deliberated. Now I've worn both and have no intention of returning either because they make me feel pretty... I just can't resist a backless dress, or in this case a playsuit.
Limited edition anything excites me. The idea of something exclusive and unique immediately gets my attention. The Rihanna Fenty Creepers by Puma were a complete sell out on their first run, which of course made them even more desirable. Not only the exclusiveness but the unique colour choices and textures made them stand out to me - and every Rihanna fan. When I heard another run was coming out, but with three new colours, I knew I had to try and get my hands on a pair.
From an odd contact - a friend's friend in Madrid, working in a high end clothing shop - I somehow was able to reserve the pair I wanted before the release data. One week later they were mine.
I wasn't interested in the original ipad, I mean slightly, but not a lot! Then I saw it selling out in the UK, but back then you could order it online in the UK with delivery the day before the launch. People in the UK weren't that convinced by it, but I bought one as soon as I saw the turning of the tide and I decided I had to have it! It arrived the day before the launch and I was so happy!!
At my last job these guys were messing around with a VR kit and I was in awe when I tried it out. I immediately convinced myself that it's the most important thing on my agenda to get because... I could look at 3D photos, and 3D videos of a plane flying etc. Then I saw the price and started to talk myself out of it. It's just a novelty, it's stupid. But I then started using other people in my mind to justify it. It no longer would be how much I wanted it, but how much fun other people would have if I got one. Then I thought "oooh my nephew would like it too" so it's technically a shared thing... I got it, it was awesome, my nephew played with it for about 6 minutes (3 videos)... It's now sitting on my shelf. The last time I picked it up was in December.
It may sound glamorous or exciting or fun, but working as a stylist/ personal shopper in my spare time is (at times) a big problem. A couple of weeks ago, I flew to Milan to see a new client. I did a 'wardrobe review' with her and it all went well. Client was happy and I flew back. Last week she suddenly decided to arrange a meeting in London as she was already visiting some friends. Turned out, she needed new shoes for a gala dinner the following evening. That was all fine. I was around and she was paying. But the problem is, I like shoes - men's shoes that is. I own (starts to count, decides to give up) many shoes. So when I'm helping someone else out, I feel almost cheated, "why can't I buy new shoes?. Of course, as soon as I say this, I tell myself "but you can, no-one is stopping you" (my bank might disagree).
So there I was, walking around Selfridges shoe hall with the client and suddenly we found ourselves in the men's shoe section. Well fancy that. How on earth did we end up here? So after a bit of ooing and aahing, I was the owner of a pair of Vivienne Westwood shoes.
I've since hidden the shoes from my partner. I also do not look at the receipt. And if anyone asks "they were in the sale"... Of course, I will get the usual questions: "do you need another pair of shoes?" "do you need more black shoes?" But my answer is alway the same - "You never need shoes. You need food. You need water. You need a rest. But you never need shoes, you just want them at least thats what I tell myself.
I haven't worn them yet. Well there's no special reason to wear them. But I do sneak the box out from the cupboard and look at them almost daily. I'd like to think that I'm not some weirdo with a shoe fetish. Nor is it a addiction. A penchant perhaps. A lover of good designs and good footwear, maybe. Or maybe just an idiot for allowing it to happen (again). But I'm a idiot with a great pair of Vivienne Westwood shoes :)
I was bored in town and wondered into Topshop because of the sale icons outside (they were bright pink). I had a hen do to go on within a week and I wanted to look good because I know the girls would have spent a lot on their outfits. I saw this playsuit and it was beautiful, it was £54 down to £25 and the price drop made me believe I was saving money (even though I had like £100 in my account for the month. I still wear it today but it is a special outfit.
Never, ever shop alone! That's the golden rule I'm shamed when I bought the worlds most atrocious t-shirt in Urban Outfitters. It was a festival of colour; a white trimmed, floral assault on the eyes. But I didn't see it that way at the time. I saw a toned, ripped, imaginary version of myself on a beach in Mallorca without a car in the world, rocking the colour with towel, some plain shorts and sliders. And it was on sale. For those reasons and the fact I was dangerously unaccompanied - it was game, set and match: I bought the t-shirt that would eventually come to know as the worst £20 I had ever spent. When I got home and began showing my girlfriend the other clothes I had bought, I tried some of them on and generally she approved of the bulk of what I'd bought. Then it came to the final item, staring back at the from the bottom of the bag like some hideous, unwanted animal. 'Now', I said, rapidly with confidence in my decision to buy the t-shirt. 'This ones a bit controversial'... To build anticipation scurried into the bathroom and changed into the t-shirt. I looked into the mirror and thought this. is. a. terrible. mistake. IT barely fit me for starters and the garish colour made my pale skin look blotchy and transparent. No going back now. Shoulders slumped like a dog with its tail between its legs, I sheepishly shuffled back into the bedroom, where my girlfriend was sitting on the bed playing on her phone.
She looked up, seeing a 6ft 3in man who looked like Jackson Pollock had had his way with him. A combination of horror and amusement glinted in her eyes. 'you look like a fit Essex boy on his way to V festival', she laughed. I got changed back into my normal, sensible clothes and never wore the t-shirt again. The worst £20 I've ever spent.
Reasons for buying a faux fur coat,
1. Surely if I've come to Edinburgh I need a souvenir.
2. It's faux fur so the only harm being done is to my bank account.
3. It's second-hand so this coat needs a home.
4. I'll look like Macklemore in the thrift shop video
5. Two Scottish people who I'd never met before said I looked ok in it... not good, but okay and that's all the excuse I need.
6. I might look like a viking man who fashioned the coat out of a bear and sheer manpower.
It's a dilemma . I want one. But do I need one?
A new phone, that is.
The old one works pretty well. It takes photos. Gets on the internet. Even makes calls.
But a new one does it better. Faster. Bigger. Trendier. But more expensive.
So there it is - do I? or don't I?
It's my daughters wedding in June. I bought these boots for quite a lot of money knowing I will only wear them once or twice.
I don't care - she's worth it.
I convinced myself to shell the money out to buy a new phone. My first non-blackberry phone in almost 10 years. I thought about it for a good 3 months, and I probably changed my mind about a million times during those months because of A) the price of the phone and B) I was afraid of stepping away from familiarity.
Eventually I convinced myself that I needed to do something to break my pattern of unhappiness when it came to mobile phones (I'd resolved to make myself happy in 2016). In addition to the emotional reason that compelled me to get the phone for myself I also convinced myself that it was the best phone given that it was reasonably priced and packed a buttload of features. Ultimately I think a combination of these thought processes allowed me to feel like I made the right decision, and as a result I have no regrets about the purchase, and I'm super happy too. :) - proud owner of a Google Nexus 6P.
I've spent my entire life trying to get rid of everything I own! I hate having things that I can't carry! I've spent a lot of time with just one bag of 'things'! My Christmas list and Birthday list every year says 'no things'! But...
I once spent a horrible amount of money on a leather jacket. Because...
1. I will wear it all year round, in every season.
2. It goes with anything.
3. It will last forever.
4. Its so soft!
5. I can carry it
6. Its gets better with age
7. Its functional
8. Everyone should have one (I already had two...)
This is a weekly discussion, usually on Sundays, when you realise you again bought £200 in wine over the week. The discussion is about how much money we spend, and that we really shouldn't be drinking every night. But then we love wine, and the pleasure we derive (and keeping mental sanity) is really worth it. And saving £100 a week is not going to move the needle in terms of personal wealth.
So actually why save and suffer when you can enjoy life more for just a bit of money.
Last year I lost my wallet - and ever since have been searching for a replacement. At the Dubai airport I went browsing in all the stores I clearly couldn't afford - trying to justify the million dollar price-tag attached to the perfect orange Hermes wallet I had set my eyes on. Setting the bench high - everything seemed a lot more achievable. On Saturday - still a little drunk from the night before, I stumbled in to Bally. Set my eyes on the wallet. Paused. Mentally calculated the bank account balance. Justified the close proximity to my birthday. Worked out the cost per week if I didn't loose it before two years - took out my credit card and didn't look back. When I sobered up a bit - there was a pang of remorse, size questioning and bank balance depression... But I have the wallet now and already feel its worth it in my new found organisation skills.
p.s I forgot to mention it was on sale - so I basically made money #winning.
Last winter, I 'umm' and 'ahh' ed for weeks over a gorgeous grey, cashmere robe. I was super busy with work and in the end didn't buy it - I couldn't justify the money and was distracted, so it went by the wayside.
Last week I was feeling a bit miserable at how cold and wet the Spring has been so far, and for some reason the robe popped back into my head. I was recently promoted haven't had a lot of time to celebrate, so I did a quick search and found another robe. It was super expensive - £400 and that was 50% off - but I rationalised it by thinking: "I've wanted this robe for ages. I've earned it.. it's still cold why don't I just buy it?" And so I did!!
Sadly, when the robe arrived... I just didn't £400 "like it". It wasn't the plushy cloud I wanted. So I returned it... but next winter there will definitely be a grey cashmere robe in my sight!
When I was in Paris I accidentally walked into a vintage accessories shop and met my dull-bag; a classic Celiné Paris Bucket bag in faded navy blue. It was wrinkled in all the right places and fit on my shoulder just perfectly. I already had a functional, black tole bag but this was different. I was in Paris only for a few more hours and had to buy something French. Who goes to Paris and doesn't buy something French?! This was going to function as a handbag and a school bag. Who cares that the red interior was crumbling to pieces? It was vintage! I had to get it - what if it had been owned by a famous French ballerina or an ancestor of Jane Birkin herself?! It was a must... err... should I? Yes. Yes, I should.
I didn't always smoke. It must have been peer pressure from when I was a teenager or out of fear of missing out from an experience at that age. I've since quit after... damn eight years (it didn't seem like that long).
I've tried quitting before, telling myself that I'll never smoke again.
But often, a familiar scene, like hot weather and sitting in a beer garden with friends, the smell of a barbecue, or being awake, makes me want a cigarette.
When times are stressful I'll tell myself "it's naive to think that I'll never have another cigarette!" and so long as its just to push myself through this "phase". I'll argue with myself and sometimes I win, other times, I win and smoke. The cost is too high, the risk is too high. I tell myself "it makes life more fun" but life is pretty good without it too. I should stop for real...
I bought an Ireland rugby kit bag with the idea it was the best bag I could have got for travelling and on match day. In reality there were any number of equally durable bags without an Ireland logo I could have purchased. I pushed myself at the time to get it because I had a flight soon and thought it would be the perfect carry on size.
This is the story of how I bought my Ipad. It was a cold day in winter and it was now the fifth time I had stopped and asked myself why I did not have an Ipad. Usually I would manage to bargain myself down by focusing on the fact that I had a laptop, and that with every passing year my personal phone was getting bigger. However, on this day I had one key difference. I had just accepted a new job! From there it only took me a matter of moments to agree that this previously _ device was now not only essential, but the longer I put it off, the longer I was hurting my future productivity. And on that faithful night, I went online and reserved my Ipad - which is gathering more dust than my smoothie maker...
Things I told myself before buying this watch.
1. It's so expensive that it will force me to stop constantly buying watches.
2. Everyone has to have one 'great' watch
3. I deserve it... cos I never buy stuff just for myself
4. I'll have it forever
5. I can pass it on to my son.
I recently spent a lot more on a backpack than I know I should have. I convinced myself I could afford it because I had a little money left over from last month (I probably spent that already). I convinced myself that the bags I have aren't good enough. I told myself that this bag is a tool I need as a designer, it has big pockets, it's waxed cotton so it will last and can be fixed, it has lots of space for sketchbooks etc.
Packing the bag now and with the benefit of hindsight I know why I wanted it. Not long ago I graduated, got a job, and moved to London. I love it here but i get quite nostalgic about Glasgow at times. It was a city, university, and group of people I fell in love with. Being handmade in Glasgow, this bag is my little piece of home that will be with me everyday.
Treated myself to an iPod when I was over in America. At the time I felt like I could use it, and not just listening to music but for apps and all that jazz. Definitely been using it a lot, but I always kind of regretted not just getting a simple music player.
It came in handy a lot though, even when I could have managed without. Well, it got stolen today - so thats that.
I don't enjoy buying stuff. I buy what I want when I need it. I try not to make myself feel better by giving myself some sort of rationale to how the thing is going to change my life.
It all started with the big old red Argos catalogue when I was a kid (around 10 years old). I used to get so excited about getting the new one and circling all the stuff I wanted in it.
It was a programme for what I would input into by Bday and Xmas list that year & what I'd bug my dad for every moment in between. Until one year (the big Argos catalogue release date) my dad asked me why I didn't want it. I said something to the same effect as I don't want as much pointless stuff anymore.
I've never picked up another Argos catalogue since. I've also never felt that feeling I used to feel when I circled stuff in the Argos catalogue in the mid 90s. I instead had to replace that hollow feeling with sex, drugs and rock & roll, that turned out to be far more expensive.
This Aspinal of London travel wallet has been on my dream purchase list for about a year. I first saw it when a girl on the team was leaving and this was her leaving gift. It comes in a variety of colours, so I choose the midnight blue with cream suede interior. Since I first saw it, I knew I wanted it. As I kept travelling, I realised the usefulness this product would serve (further justifying why I needed this). Every time I passed by a Aspinal store I would go inside just to touch the wallet and every time the colour I wanted was sold out. After months of convincing my husband this was worth the price I finally got the OK! As luck would have it we happened upon the Aspinal Covent Garden. The colour was in stock, on sale, and free personalisation. It was the right time and place - the purchase felt amazing! It's still wrapped waiting to travel.
My inner monologue whilst at the sunglasses hut in Alicante airport...
Me: ohh... there are those sunnies I saw in Stratford that time and didn't buy...
Conscience: They are fucking pricey. Walk away!
Me: But it's nearly summer, I'll wear them everyday.
Conscience: It's spring, it's only sunny in Spain and you are leaving... now!
Me: But I find it really hard to find sunglasses for my potato head
Conscience: find a cheaper pair.
Me: But I think their cheaper here, I wont find them cheaper in England... (Lies)
Conscience: you don't get paid for 3 weeks...
Me: I'll put them on my credit card.
Conscience: Your credit card aint a magic card, you'll still have to pay it off...
Me: Yes exactly, I'll have to pay it off anyway so whats the difference if I buy them now or not?
Conscience: Because you're not leaving within your means and your bill will mount up.
Me: But they are so pretty.
Conscience: Walk away. Now. Your flight is boarding...
Me: Fuck you. I love them. Ding Ding.
I have a million things in my wardrobe - some even still have the labels on. These were y wishful thinking items, yep still not a size 8... yet. However, there still isn't the perfect outfit. And this one needs to be really good, like really really good. I'm going home, back to Newquay for the weekend and I've organised drinks just some one person in particular will come. Its all a big charade (trap). This is a big deal, I need to look super fit - I don't own anything I will look super fit in. I know, I'll compromise, I'll wear the skirt in the wardrobe with the label on but I'll buy a new top - it's a necessity. No other top will go will possibly go with the skirt, probably why I haven't worn it yet (that's a lie). But then my ticket already cost £90 for the train. Maybe my mum will buy it because I'm poor, no - I should shop in London, so many more options than in Newquay. She'd maybe buy it, but what if I can't get it down there? A black V-neck body isn't hard to find but this is Newquay - Very few options. OK, that's it, I'm buying it now - I could always take it back. If i see something at home and my mum wants to treat me then I will return this one. Oh shit. Do I even have enough in my overdraft? Yes! I'll just not eat next week, I'll bring food back from home - Excellent idea! I don't need food today anyway, I can't look bloated on this night out - he did call me whale legs once. Th money I save on food has basically paid for the top and I actually look skinny in it - sold! *Buys 3 tops, 2 still in the wardrobe with labels.
So, it was a pretty sunny day. I had finished school and because it was Thursday the shops were still open. Also on this particular day I had managed to save a small fortune of $10. Just the right amount to purchase a Pokemon booster pack. This $10, or any pocket money for that matter, came with a disclaimer, 'don't pend it on something frivolous, only things that you need." With this in mind I had managed to convince myself that a booster pack was needed. But if Mum knew what I intended for this pocket money she would surely try to convince me otherwise. So this is where the lies begin.
In my mind I hatched the most diabolical of plans. So I told Mum, I'm going to Josh's place (a friend I knew that Mum did not know or have any way of getting in touch with.) I proceeded to make a false phone call which allowed me to convince my mother that he knew Lucas was coming. I had also fabricated an address that was near the shopping centre and advised mum that I would bike there myself to save her the trouble of having to take me. I knew mum was heading out anyway but I said I wanted to bike. I think Mum was still asking questions as I ran out of the door.
I jumped onto my bike and raced towards Garden city shopping centre. 20 minutes later I was on my bike waiting at the traffic lights to cross the road to the shopping centre. While I was waiting there, inn the corner of my eye I see mum's car, SHIT!
So I walk my bike backwards round the corner of the intersection hoping that my plan had not been undone and that I hadn't been seen. Two seconds later Mum turns the corner and leans out the window. "I'll see you at home" and drives off.
Ashamed and clearly distraught I biked home. My shame overtook the permission I had given myself to tie this web of lies. So as a self inflicted punishment I tore up a few of my Pokemon cards and spent the next hour sitting in a tree in my backyard.
I stayed there until Dad came outside to talk to me about why I lied. All I could determine was "I don't know, I just did." I never really feel comfortable making big purchases since.
So when I found out I had this new job, I wanted to get myself a little treat... The first job I got I bought myself a snazzy TV, but this time I wanted to replace my old and decrepit straighteners. It was an easy sell to my subconscious. So I kept saying to myself that I'd get them with my first paycheque, but my old straighteners broke on my first day at work sp I replaced them straight away. It took literally 30 seconds to spend 120 quid. Oh online shopping. They're something I use all the time so I don't feel buyer's guilt at all. in fact, I rarely do.
I'm not a big splurger, in fact many of the items I own have very little value.
However, I, like many, have a unquestionable need for Apple products.
My latest and probably most indulgent purchase I've ever made was buying my iPhone 6s out right. I justified this purchase with many boring questions.
1. After working away for 6 weeks on an all expenses paid trip I actually managed to have some extra cash.
2. My contract was up and I was bored + fed up of my 5, and how rubbish it was.
3. I even convinced myself it would make more productive + in turn become a better person.
4. Lastly and probably the biggest reason, a friend was in NY so could pick me one up saving the £££.
All in all a very justified purchase.
And after all the this deliberation I managed to crack the screen within the first couple weeks of owning it.
Every time I buy and item of clothing, the person I go to who will justify my spend is my Sister. The guilt of spending is too much, unless she tells me it is completely worthwhile and justified. She tells me 'that's so nice, definitely buy it. You never buy clothes and you deserve it' well, that's the only persuasion I need! It completely removes my guilt. Does that make me weird?
I have NO money. I'm a student and I do not need that third pair of shoes in black... I recently bought a dress and some sandals (to accompany the wardrobe full - spilling - of all my other clothes :S) Not a high consideration purchase as it only came to about £40 but I do not NEED this!! I bought them because in two weeks I'm going to Rome with my boyfriend and its our first holiday away together. I just felt like I should treat myself ahead of the holiday and it makes me even more excited about going away knowing I have a new outfit. (why?!) Also I KNOW that experiences provide greater long term happiness than material object but that still doesn't stop me from buying clothes + shoes. AAAH! It was also really cute.
P.s this purchase was online because of and email notifying me of a sale, so quick, easy purchase - I didn't even have to enter my card details as they were on a site I regularly visit. Plus.
I have black dresses, plenty of them. And I really did not need another black dress for a Christmas party in my last agency. But then you cant wear a dress people might have seen you in before, right?
Christmas parties are like going to a wedding, you cannot wear something people have seen you in before.
So I found this dress, black, tulle, lovely cleavage, perfect. But way to expensive, especially for a Christmas party, not even awards or a wedding...
So, I go to the shop - it is a boutique - where you get prosecco and shit! Prosecco! Not like the Zara experience where you have to pick things up from the floors or huge piles of clothes.
The boutique owner tells me I look amazing in the dress... OBVs she wants someone to buy the over-priced thing. I stand in front of the mirror for ages, posing, taking pics on my phone and send them to my friends and my mum. I need that dress!!!
And ad the shop owner points out: 'I can wear it for the rest of my life!' Bullshit! No one wears a dress like this into their 60s, I drink the prosecco, and think about what I need to give up if I'm buying it... Maybe just stay at home for two weekends in a row?! I decide it's worth it and buy the dream dress... Which I've worn twice since then :)
I struggle to spend money. The problem is that I think purchases should have a good value, and that a lot of indulgent goods aren't that. Earlier this month my peers nominated me for an employee of the week thing. The result was £200 for me to spend on myself. But what do I need? That question in my head sounded so gluttonous. I was conflicted about spending this gift on myself. But then I considered... What if I gave it away? It's almost attention seeking. I then tried to think of a way to carry it out a truly altruistic act. I would donate the money to Give Well. A organisation that distributes funds to charities based on efficient real results to remove the personal stake and emotion from donation. I then promised myself not to tell anyone. It wasn't for glory. In the end I gave myself conditions to do this and worst case I'd have done some good.
It's a huge contribution, I didn't need to do it. But it makes me really happy. A lot of people would think it was crazy to turn away a gift so large but I don't care it was cool.
Adidas Very Spezial Primeknit
1) Very Special... it kinda says it in the title.
2) Been waiting since last November (now April) for the release of these shoes.
3) Kind of became a shoe person + this sounds ridiculous but as one of my best mates does footwear design I become more worried about what are on my feet.
4) I like the thought of having shoes that not everyone else has.
5) Just hoped I'd look cool in my new shoes.
In my final term at uni, when funds were reaching a all time low, I found the shoes of my dreams.
By this I mean that they perfectly matched the beautiful leopard print pumps that I'd pinned on my Pinterest board a couple of months earlier and had been pining after ever since.
But I really couldn't afford them and so a mental battle ensued. Should I get them or not?!
Of course I caved - I usually do when it comes to fashionable pieces because in those moments when I can't decide whether to buy something, I manage to evaluate a piece of fabric to mean so much more than just that - it becomes the key to a better me. And so, in my imagination, the purchasing of these shoes will make me look like those beautiful girls whose lives I wistfully scroll through on Pinterest.
Even more, these shoes will go with everyting! They'd look good with black jeans, white jeans, blue jeans, they'd look good with skirts and tights or skirts without tights, they'd look good dressed up or dressed down, thy'd look good in the spring, summer, autumn and winter!! How could I ever picture an outfit (or the future!) without those shoes!
And there you have it - I went on to pay £50 for the leopard print shoes and probably had to stinge on food for the rest of that term...
Side note: They are the most uncomfortable shoes I have ever purchased - I once ended up walking through Chelsea barefoot because they gave me such terrible blisters. In fact I'm pretty sure the backs of the shoes are still stained with blood to this day. But beauty is pain... right?!
Today I went to Stratford because I had to pick up a couple of things. Before I knew it I was in Urban Outfitters looking at t-shirts so I can try and show off my new tattoo at work tomorrow.
Having paid for this tattoo I'm living on a pretty tight budget for the rest of the month, (its the 3rd today) - I'm putting a separate weekly budget on another card so I can keep track of my spending.
Up at the till I had paid before I could even blink, not on the weekly budget card - that would be stupid!
Its not like a credit card or anything just my proper bank card, just not having the price come out of my budget made me feel like I was doing no wrong.
I had to justify this purchase a lot to myself!! - Because I am a vegan, and I bought (and of course ate) pork Tonkotsu ramen. So... here comes the long list of how me and my conscience agreed that I was allowed to have this (meaty) indulgence. It was a Tuesday. And I was incredibly hungover - like I mean so so sick!! (hangovers while being vegan are NOT fun!) I got myself to barely (barely) and even though I was repeatedly sick, I stayed and worked! I had also promised a friend I'd go to a gig with them, and couldn't back out. So... after not eating much all day we decided to get food before the gig. There was one ramen option for me, but I didn't want it!! Tonkotsu is goooooooood!!! I had been such a good friend! Such a good Vegan! - What's one slip??? I needed the iron and the mineral to get over this hangover. What was the deciding factor was my friend said he'd eat vegan, and I could have his meat! (Like Phoebee and Joey in Friends) So no more animals were consumed!!! - wooohooooooo.
I've been friends with my best mate Marcus since I was about 11 years old. We used to play football on the green near our houses every moment we could. Despite being two years than me, he was always much better.
Last November was his 21st birthday and his sister organised a trip to see FCB play. It cost me an arm and a leg but we saw Messi score his 500th goal. Totally worth it.
When I was in Vietnam travelling, I went to one of the tailor-made shops and convinced myself that this was a "once in a lifetime" opportunity and I had to have hundreds of clothes made.
I came out with 3 versions if the same dress (all of which I'll never wear again) and one of which I left in the hotel, a few pairs of shirts , again terrible, and an interesting leotard which was a swimsuit.
Despite being substantially poorer for the rest of my trip and struggling to close my suitcase, for my whole travelling, I wouldn't take back my Vietnam shopping experience.