Love at first sight...

Ladies and gents, I am heads over heels in love.  And to make it worse, it's that new flush of love period where all you can think about is the object of your affection.  An image pops into my head and my heart skips a beat, my loins surge, I melt into a puddle of cliches.

The subject of such devotion?

The new Chelsea Boucle Satchel from Coach

I have already imagined myself, filing me papers in this beauty, slinging it over my shoulder, allowing its subtle sequins to catch the light.  Hmmmm... no man has ever aroused such desire...

Ruby Slippers

I am in the midst of some serious work, preparing thirty young men for what many consider to be the most important examination of their young lives.  And yet, I cannot concentrate.  Sure, it could have something to do with the fact that at 1:30pm I have already downed three bottles of Hoegaarden, but I actually believe it has more to do with the fashion fever that descends on Melbourne this time every year. 

I have a confession to make.  This teacher and mother is a complete and utter shop-a-holic.  I have the capacity to spend a mortgage repayment on a handbag and not only not think twice about it, but also rationally and logically (in my world) justify it.  And so, in my drunken haze, and to avoid marking one more Language Analysis, I present you with the most recent (and possibly entirely unnecessary purchases) of the Neighbour's Wife.



An uber-cute Spencer & Rutherford number.  Great size and awesome summer colours.



I Love Billy
Great price ($79.95) and too cute.  Not to mention ultra-comfy.

Nine West
 I love orange! 
Thick elastic bands also means summer comfort when your feet start to swell.



Wittner.
I admit it, I did not need these.  But the colour!  It's like having your feet wrapped in a Tiffany's box.

And so, while the truly fashionable and fabulous get to sip Moet and watch the pretty horses (and I don't mean SJP) run by, I sit, still in my pyjamas, listening to the musical wonder that is the Dora the Explorer theme song and trying to explain via email why with less that 48 hours to go to the exam, it's really worth starting to pay attention, and dream about all the chic places I can wear my new purchases.

Somehow, I don't the the English exam will cut it.