Buy me that Bottega Veneta, and I’ll love you the rest of my life.

Lately my fashion consciousness has been effectively suppressed for my wallet’s sake but now I can feel it struggling inside me day and night and preparing to wreak another havoc on my ledger.

Speaking of my wallet, no matter how much I really adore the one I currently own (it was a birthday present from my Patto), I can’t avoid the fact that it will soon complete its life cycle and head straight to the nirvana.

My black Albédo with a note clip has served me well during this past four years. On the contrary, I haven’t cared for him (or her? Should my wallet be a girl? I don’t think so.) as much as I should have done and it has worn out so quickly than expected. That isn’t the excuse for its dismissal though. Functionally speaking, it can (and will) last many more years.

But what can I say? I just happened to come across a softer, sleeker and less masculine (Yep! LESS masculine!) Bottega Veneta with its signature interciatto style. It was the love at first sight (that might probably end in a tragedy). If I stand the urge to possess it, I will end up thinking about it till the rest of my days (or until the next model appears) and if I decide to go for it, I will end up with a big red balance this month. Either way, it’s a bitter-sweet conclusion.

Gosh, I wish I could switch off this freaking obsession like a computer machine. Why is a fashion item so beautifully crafted so out of reach in a financial term? Damn that marketing strategies, brand management and so on, or is it just MY problem? Arrrrrggggh…

But wait! I think I’ve got solutions!

Instead of pointlessly venting my rant here, I should start getting my next project done, get my paycheque and go straight to the shop!!!

Or…

You can buy me THAT Bottega Veneta and I’ll feed you with my love for the rest of my life ;-)