Is this becoming a recurring theme here, me posing in front of iconic brands wearing more affordable alternatives? I promise not, however the Barcelona Chanel flagship simply felt fitting for this ensemble. Speaking of, I’d quite like a new Chanel bag, but with my interior decorating pursuits and the acquisition of my dream camera equipment, there is nothing left but a pile of change in my bank account. And we all know change doesn’t buy Chanel. Should I pretend I’m rich? Isn’t that what makes a blogger influential? I’d hate to think so, but probably for the majority of readers, it would be yes. But pretending I’m rich would be like pretending I have double D boobs, feasible indeed but a tiresome lie. So here’s to honesty and letting you all know that both my bank account and bra size are rather deflated. You see, I find humour in honesty, in fact, being real is so often the funniest way to be. But also the best way to make friends. I don’t so much focus on being charming but instead to tell it how it is. This is especially well received in the fashion industry, a sphere so full of pretending. People, I find listen when you don’t pretend. If you open your heart, the ears around you open up too. Swiping away pretense removes a barrier, a barrier I find becoming more and more prevalent in blogging. I got rid of mine long ago, so tell me, are you broke too? What about your bra? I need a boost in both. The problem with a savings account is that once the money goes in, it cannot come out. I set it up that way, I know myself well enough to know that without this forced discipline I would probably not save anything at all. But until payday, here’s me, in matching tweed, Chanel inspired but for 60 euros instead and a bag small enough for all the money I have; essentially an oversized change purse. Change rolling around as I swing my bag outside Chanel, a one sentence summary of who I am as a blogger. Not exactly glamorous but it sure is hell better than pretending.