Lazio-ism and other (de-)shopping

My blog seems to be about travel and near-nude men lately, but no worries, I still like shopping.

One of my greatest surprises this week was seeing my coveted Isabel Marant's Lazio's in the largest departmentstore of or little country.

I was stunned how much I liked them. I saw them on Columbine's Smile and already thought of them as supergorgeous, but only fit for model-like calves and not the kind of legs I have.

However, with the not-so-boyfriend jeans I was wearing they looked even better than I imagined.

Gosh, how am I going to justify spending € 700 on a pair of boots?

Well, by selling my Givenchy Antigona (hopefully, but here's the link)

If you follow me you saw those ridiculously happy photos of me and the bag (here)
That was the fantasy 

Reality was: I wanted to hurl the bag to some people ridiculing me making photos with the tripod, and I disliked the fact I bought a bag that is not-really-me that I wanted to throw it in the canal afterwards. 

(that probably won't show on the photos...see, I'm a reasonable actress).

(I don't have angry-issues, btw, as long as the world is one sweet-soft-nice place. Ehm, yeh...my therapist says I'm in denial)

Anyway, I don't hate the bag anymore but I feel it's too cask-like and I feel too pretentious with this bag. It's just not love and I could make someone else happier with it.