I did a brave thing this weekend, I went into the Whistles sale. I'd been avoiding it, totally to perturb bankruptcy. Oops. So, I went in and was fully prepared to spend - and boy their sale is good. But you know when you're sale shopping and you see those two little evil words 'New Collection' ? It kills you, instantly. Suddenly regardless of whether a store is selling red soled shoes for £1, you only want the new stuff. This is how my morning at Whistles rolled out...
This top is just gorgeous, it reminds me of a Monet painting (check me out, all cultured) and like a shirt my Mum had years ago. I need it in my life. Unfortunately the St Christopher's Place store in London didn't have it in my size - so I was spared a severe telling off from my bank manager/boyfriend. But I can't stop thinking about it... Gah. You have no idea how many times I have 'added it to basket' - in fact I only blogged about it in the hope it would release all the feelings I have of dire need and leave me to my week... It hasn't worked.
South Molton St Style