Back to designer school...

Back to school, and back to work. Feeling somewhat disgruntled and like walking in space. I am in denial after three months of holidaying. It's amazing how they stretched out at first; three whole long months of being my own mistress, now, looking back, we should have had at least another month. All work and no play makes Jack a dull boy, so why shouldn't we go halfway, 6 months of holiday and 6 months of work? It seems only fair.

So today the schoolyard was full of hustle and bustle. Definitely not the same one I saw last Friday. Kids were sporting new school bags, there was Barbie, High School Musical, Fairies, Barny, lots of pink pink pink with the girls, more Nike and Converse with the boys. Really we have become a designer nation, even kids want designer bags. And I cannot blame them, could I say no to a Cartier? It's useless pointing out that I already have three Cartiers, having one more wouldn't harm my life. Or another Dior, it would sit very prettily in my wardrobe. Or a big grand old Versace with a Medusa to make you gasp.

Whatever we say, and however much we condemn our people for being more and more materialistic, I cannot blame society. I, too love designer brands. It doesn't necessarily mean that I wear them all the time, most times they are in my wardrobe for a long time. But acquiring them is the biggest part of the fun. The world is what it is, and I am just part of it.... of the designer bit.