Purchasing  my first designer perfume was a daunting internal struggle but the need to spoil myself and curiosity about what it is about owning fancy designer perfume that puts a spring in womans step  proved to be stronger than my financial inhibitions. The lovely assistant at red squaremidlands mall who had previously assisted me with a completely unrelated scorched pot conundrum was patient enough to walk me through some of the choices I was interested in and his own recommendations for a novice like myself.

If money were no obstacle, what fragrance would you buy for yourself? I like to image that by the time the average woman has transitioned from student life to working adult, she has already compiled a list of her first designer bags, shoes and accessories to purchase with that first paycheck, after black tax of course. I generally don’t have a problem with affordable perfumes being an avon babes myself but ever since I received a fake Carolina Herrera as a gift, I’ve kind of become obessesed with window shopping for designer fragrances in case it happens again or an opportunity to purchase something presents itself.

I hate to be one of those bloggers who go MIA for months at a time and come back willy nilly, but all I can do right now is acknowledge it an apologise. I’ve been trash at this blogging thing and I feel bad because you all deserve better. The previous semester truly broke me and it’s still too much of a tender wound to offer as an explanation and share, just yet.