Some stuff I’d buy for myself, in this week’s Window Shop – though there’s a sort of caveat, because the title should really say Stuff I’d Buy Myself If I Wasn’t Pregnant. Being pregnant does something odd to me in that I can’t think about things that are more than a week ahead. It puts a real dampener on fantasy shopping, I tell you! Or even “real life” shopping. I can’t picture myself without a huge baby bump, I can’t imagine myself with strong ankles and feet, wearing skyscraper heels – I can’t even envisage a day when I’ll be able to use a pale-coloured handbag without worrying about it getting ruined.
And I keep seeing stuff online – things that I absolutely love – and adding them to my basket as a little treat-to-self for when my body is back to normal and my ankles don’t feel as though they’re made from those seed balls that you put into bird feeders, but I get to the payment stage and I just can’t bring myself to do it. What if my stomach doesn’t ever go down enough to wear an Equipment silk shirt ever again" Can I really justify buying a snazzy wallet when it’ll get covered in dirty fingerprints and possibly get put into the toilet bowl, along with the telly remote and an old banana skin"  Not particularly profound questions, I grant you, but these things do play on my mind. Anyway, I’m rambling on – here are th...