Once chucked out an Hermes scarf. I'm assuming that the H is silent. Don't know, posh labels are not my thing. Neither was this scarf. It was fugly with a capital F. Some stuff is worth the cash. My Armani jacket gets worn to Tescos because well, have you walked past the freezers lately? No nipple thrill for the shelf-stackers from me, just the warmest thing since duvets and that's that.
But bags! Women are wearing a mortgage on their arms, in a look at what I've got way. I'm looking and I'm laughing! Why would anyone want a huge, leopard spot thing with a brass lock anywhere near them? Costs £1,000. I could show them how to be a total div for a fraction of that. Been doing it for years.
They can giggle all they like at my appalling taste, I'm perfectly happy with that and with the tat at Primark.
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