Every year, a week before my birthday, I begin to ponder what gift I'm going to give myself. From my friends and family, I'd be ecstatic to receive nothing but hugs and phone calls reminding me of the special people I have in my life. But the one gift that I expect, and count on, is the one I get myself. After all, birthdays are the one time of the year when I can make a luxury purchase for myself without the sinful guilt that undoubtedly follows the cash register ring. This year, the big birthday splurge is an airline ticket to London, and a ten-day holiday in Glasgow. (One phrase, two parts: word booty.) But, I'm also going to opt for something tangible too ... and hence the images below from
Vivienne Westwood's Red Label collection. Instead of paying rent next month, I should be wearing either one of the dresses or maybe the wide-leg trousers on holiday!
Every year, a week before my birthday, I begin to ponder what gift I'm going to give myself. From my friends and family, I'd be ecstatic to receive nothing but hugs and phone calls reminding me of the special people I have in my life. But the one gift that I expect, and count on, is the one I get myself. After all, birthdays are the one time of the year when I can make a luxury purchase for myself without the sinful guilt that undoubtedly follows the cash register ring. This year, the big birthday splurge is an airline ticket to London, and a ten-day holiday in Glasgow. (One phrase, two parts: word booty.) But, I'm also going to opt for something tangible too ... and hence the images below from Vivienne Westwood's Red Label collection. Instead of paying rent next month, I should be wearing either one of the dresses or maybe the wide-leg trousers on holiday!
