Not On My Watch

Gosh, I've always had a fantasy about travelling by steamer with a luxurious trunk full of the very prettiest dresses that gets carried by eager porters with overly oiled hair. But then I realise that I don't live in the thirties. How vexing!

As to your watch, the Chanel one makes me feel thoroughly light headed. It is just heaven, isn't it? And it would look beyond perfect on your tiny little orange, oops, sorry, tanned wrist. Mortgage? Schmortgage! Give the Head the slip and get one for yourself. You deserve it. Because really, the Toywatch one doesn't hold a light to it. Does it?

Although rationally, maybe that isn't a good enough reason to invite penury upon yourself...

Time is Money

I mean literally kidz. I covet this ceramic watch from Chanel. I am convinced that my life would suddenly transform were I to own one. I'd morph in to the kind of gal who spends a month at a time in hot climes, sipping sparkly beverages in the sun whilst watching the light catching prettily off the cresting azure blue waves, surrounded by blossoming bougainvillea and a sea of personalised Luis Vuitton luggage.

But actually what would happen is that I wouldn't be able to pay my half of the mortgage, The Head would have to sit me down for a chat about Handling Personal Finance Responsibly and it would end in tears.

Toywatch are doing a bit of a homage to the J12. I mean! It's ceramic and everything, and a damn sight cheaper I would imagine.

It's just not AS ace though is it?