Dear Internets,

I am melting. This statement is a few degrees short of switching from figurative to literal so when I went to seek refuge in the air conditioned beverage laden oasis that is the shopping mall, I was shocked to witness winter clothes being brought in as far as the eye can see. My conclusions can be one of these two options:

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Dear Internets,


I find myself wishing I lived in SoHo and not because it was one of the first to reach fame with an abbreviated name format, sorry J.Lo. The COACH SoHo store have released their Disney collaboration and its left me wanting a piece of the action. White there’s a tee, wallets, cross bodies and backpacks, my devotion belongs to the Mickey Mouse earned shoulder bag… One in every colour please.

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Dear Internets,


Anyone who knows me, knows I have fluffy objects attached to anything that can be classified as a bag or carry case. It’s a love I share with friends and family alike so it was no surprise when @lpmmags tagged me in @_cassielam‘s photo of her new Sportsgirl bag charm. My first instinct was akin to a pregnant woman looking lustfully at cake (I can say that cos I am said pregnant woman) “I must buy this now!!“. The surprise reaction that followed closely was a quizzical HUH?!


It had only just dawned on me that Sportsgirl had left my window-shopping rotation. I remember a cute and affordable brand that supported my teen trend zombie self with great affection but lately everything is priced at over $100 without, in my humble opinion, the tailoring or quality to support it. When did it become high street?


Thankfully this instagram ping turned into a treasure hunt and I rekindled the magic of my previous love while staring at the kick-ass-edness of some of their accessories. Those cute pins must simply be mine. Should I pass the wine coloured cord pinafore on offer and deem it to be both made of substantial fabric that can contain my burgeoning bump, it too may find itself on the front counter next to my exhausted credit card. This is what I call nostalgic impulse shopping.


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COMMITMENT. Does this word automatically conjure up your own version of a Cleo relationship article? I’m talking about the commitment involved in getting a new wallet/purse (for those of you who are more femininely inclined). Unlike shoes, bags or watches, most people only really have one wallet. The one that gets chucked around and loved during its life, the one that gets mourned upon its demise and the same one we have a list of requirements for as long as we do our life partners.


Maybe some people are not as picky as I am but I’d like to think it’s mostly my practical brain applying these restrictions.

1. Compact enough to fit into my bag and not be cumbersome. Large enough to carry everything
2. Lots of card space. One day I will invent a card that consolidates the reward programs of all other cards.
3. A secure section for coins and a compartment for notes. Surprisingly an aspect that is missed…like a smart phone that can’t make calls
4. Durable and pretty and be able to close with one hand. I will probably be juggling coffee and groceries when I need you most. Be there fore me wallet!


Wallets are to be invested in. If it has a velcro close or is glued together without being creatively ironic, we can’t be friends anymore. Ok I lie, I’m not that fickle, but I will probably buy you a wallet for your birthday….don’t be offended.


If you’ve seen my latest instagram posts, you’ll notice a few things. I’m at home sick with the flu, having a pity party with my friend Mindy Kaling (or at least her book self). A party is no party without gifts, and for me that comes in the form of Natura Siberica hand cream and MY NEW WALLET! This buttery soft , sky blue Audrey style Status Anxiety wallet is tactile, sleek, practical and an excuse to visit one of my fave style stores Mind Over Manor. They stock quite  the most devine collection of furniture, haberdasheries, personal items, children’s wear, beauty AND products. Essentially if it looks great, smells great or is great, they’ve got it.

My favorite Status Anxiety  pieces transcend the gender categories, a real testament to how good they are at what they do. Each piece will get you in trouble if you are a tactile person. They beg to be touched and experienced even when your bank balance says ” outlook not so good” like a disappointing magic 8 ball. Clean, minimal and classic, you’ll never see these items shoved in the “why the hell did I buy this? It’s too expensive to throw” hidden disappointment drawer. They are definitely worth a second date.