Oh my God, not another handbag. My hand grips the railing with battled self-control until my knuckles turn white and I get a curious cramping sensation. Ever since I was little I've had an obsession with handbags and this one, with its soft leather and exquisite handicraft was tempting me, calling me, just one quick look. Doesn't necessarily mean I'll end up buying it. NO! Self control, breathe in breathe out. You can do it, just walk away - but of course I couldn't and I, with a delightfully guilty conscience skipped into the boutique as my only New Years resolution crumpled in flames.…
