I FEEL OLDER THAN I SHOULD

The best things in life are free on sale. So naturally, with the end of the financial year sale's comes the end of my financial existence. But, with this literal transaction, an imagined ownership of item's that, let's face it, I'll never come to own follows suit. In that moment of clicking 'add to basket', I convince myself that I own that item -  even if it is just virtually - for a few blissful minutes, maybe even hours. As a result of this, my mind starts laying out the potential memories that could be shared with this inexplicably beautiful piece of craftsmanship; be it over a scolding hot cappuccino (or as I know like to call them - cup of chinos), on a walk through streets littered with winter's crunchy leafs, on a road trip with Patrol to the Mountains or even just a quiet friday night dinner preferably one where I could feast my eyes and my thighs. In all these hypothetical situations, Acne's Merci Leather Jacket holds the starring role. Since the fiasco of the Burberry Prorsum Quilted Leather Jacket, I've been on the search for the perfect leather jacket, consistently humming and harring over the untapped outfits that could occur, always coming to the same conclusion - this just won't do. Last night I restlestly spent 2 hours fussing over the pros and cons.

For instance, 

Pros: 50% off

Cons: ...

Gurlfriend was never any good at maths, but it's clear to see that EOFYS makes every ratio of P:C simply redundant. 

Leather, when in the form of Acne's Merci, is always a good choice; the discount is just the glazed cherry on top of this Rock n Roll Sundae.

Tonight's Tunes: Where the Devil Sleeps // George Barnett