The Paperbags

I'm most certainly not going to be laden with heavy items for the flight home except for those items I want. Everything else on the friends's shopping lists, books, groceries and heavy stuff have been shipped back.

Well, the content in the photo above does not consist of a bag. This particular paperbag contains clothes. I paid for them. But I didn't go out to buy it. Like I said, the wonders of an efficient concierge. I really have better things to do in London than to go shopping. I rather sit in a gallery and sketch or sit in a cafe with a book for 2 hours.

So the many Chanel and other paperbags in the room have been abandoned and their contents squashed into the suitcases. Very not glamorous. Don't care. It makes for easy travelling. Forget clothes and shoes. It's winter here, there's nothing very much to buy. Not even stilettos and certainly not Louboutins. A couple of Kurt Geiger ballet flats are about the only shoes I'm interested in. The thing is, I'm coming home with 10 new bags. W.T.F.

A trip's not complete with a nicely wrapped Chanel paperbag with its precious contents to take home huh?

Note how I utter the line with utmost sarcasm and self-mockery.