God help me. After months of torturing myself over the 2008 Alexander McQueen Spring Collection I have just gone and over dosed on his splendid accessories. It’s really cruel. Hankering after a particularly gorgeous pair of Nine West metallic wedges is fine because in reality I could actually own them. Alexander McQueen places me squarely in a torturous fantasy land… one that has me wanting to sell my car just to get my hands on these bitchin’ boots…

How magical is this little bag? I imagine that a tiny dragon lives inside it and he will blast gentle but deadly flames at the sticky fingers of pick pockets…

 

How on earth am I supposed to continue to kick arse in this world with out these boots? How?

 

Don’t even try to tell me that you didn’t want to be Ginger Spice okay? And don’t tell me you don’t love a diamante studded gold skull. There are some things in life you just can’t bullshit about.

Okay this is ugly. But how fabulous is it? It’s like carrying your own little Russian Cossack around with you all day…

I think I just creamed my pants a little…

Love Lady Smaggle

Photos from Style.com

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