The great summer fail…

As per usual for us Brits, summer snuck up on us like a kid with cold hands; not exactly unpleasant but definitely a shock. And once more, I was caught completely off guard with nothing to wear.

This is entirely my fault of course, as in a fit of excitement over winter I threw out the cropped jeans I had bought in previous years as they were several sizes too big. At least one pair, however, was on the small side of its size and still fit well. I was too ‘in the moment’ to think about this at the time however, and out they went.

A few weeks ago I did think ahead for my summer jollies and purchased a maxi dress or two, one online which I’m sending back, and one which, whilst lovely, is black and strapless and probably inappropriate for work. I had thought I’d wait until payday to get properly stuck in but put a few cheeky bids in on eBay for some more (cheap) cropped jeans. Unfortunately, unlike my last eBay cropped jean escapade, I was outbid in moments and they all appear to have accrued quite a high price tag since.

Then the heat struck. I couldn’t cope with the elevated temperature in my jeans and black trousers and I snapped (at poor husband) “take me shopping after work, I’m proper mafted in these” (this roughly translates as “please would you drive me to our local shopping centre darling, I’m rather hot in this attire”).

Like a bat out of hell I dived in and came home with some shorts (purely for the holiday I promise, I will not be out in public locally in those) and a few pairs of cropped jeans.

I started planning this post yesterday and thought I’d put up a few pictures of my lovely new outfits, maybe an OOTD, however, this morning we’ve awoken to grey clouds. The Met Office tells me it’s going to be rather chilly until tea time when temps should pick up, but then there’s a 60% chance it’ll piss it down by bed time. How rude. It’s also looking rather grim for the rest of the week.

Here’s to hoping it’ll pick up in time for the bank holiday!

P.S. You’ll be glad to hear my Satchel is recovering nicely!

My break up with the Cambridge Satchel Company

It is with deepest sadness I have to inform you of my break up with The CSC.

On Friday after a very brief 24 hours notice, they ended their clearance section. What they didn’t warn customers about was their up and coming price increase which came into effect today. Their bags have increased in a rather bizarre fashion, The 11″ has increased by £5, the 13″ by £10, the 14″ by £12 and I can only guess at the 15″ as I didn’t pay much attention to this previously.  The embossing has increased to £7 a letter from £5, and the price cap has increased by £8 to £28 from £20. So the 13″ with embossing which should have cost £118, would now be £136, which is more expensive than buying a 14″ designer satchel at £133* with free embossing. The oxblood is now also £12 more expensive than the other colours as well. For a bag that was £81 or there about last summer, this increase is STEEP.

Had I known about this, I would have purchased a bag sooner, but I had the crazy idea that it would be more fun to buy in person from their Covent Garden store. Silly me, what was I thinking! Those of you who are regular readers of this blog (and indeed have to put up with me on a daily basis) will know how much I have lusted over these bags and driven you all mad talking about them non-stop and may understand exactly how hurt I am and how personally I have taken it.

I am most upset and went as far as to send them a strongly worded email, even including the fact they had failed to update their FAQ to indicate the price increase. They have since fixed their FAQ but no response as of yet. Considering they hold bloggers in high esteem and often thank them for their success, it would appear unless you have millions of followers and a rave review of their bags, they couldn’t care less. Hopefully, they will change my opinion of them somehow, but so far, it’s not looking good.

I am sure after copious amounts of chocolate, alcohol and drunken renditions of ‘All by myself’ followed by ‘Without you’, I’ll be able to move on and find a new bag from another company that will appreciate me more and treat me with the respect I deserve, but right now I just want that one *sobs*. Please be on standby for the follow up ‘what a f***ing liberty’ (anger) and ‘well it was just a stupid bag anyway’ (acceptance) posts.

*Since posting this, the cost of the 14″ designer has now gone up to £135. Only £2 and hardly worth mentioning, but still…