Hypocrisy is an awful thing. After waxing lyrical about my aversion to the Hermes Birkin bag, I became the victim of clouded impulse when cornered in Hermes and my options laid out before me. A lime 28cm Kelly, a Vert Veronese box calf Kelly and a 35cm Birkin in Etoupe with palladium hardware.
I was as defenceless as an exposed ear in a ring with Mike Tyson.
Senses heightened, heart beating erratically and eyes clouded over I reached for my credit card. I don’t remember much of what happened next, except cradling the huge bag in my lap the whole way home.