Take VB who has a collection of Hermés handbags worth £1.5 million, surely that deserves some respect, I know there is world famine and people loosing their jobs left right and centre but this is dedication. Coleen Rooney 7 months pregnant and still in 5 inches of Louboutin’s, that’s determination and hell if by some miracle (possibly involving Brad Pitt and a turkey baster) I became pregnant I would to.
Look at Queen B of the WAG’s, Mrs Victoria Beckham . . . early days of waggishness consisted of her with hair extensions shipped in from China, implants from Donatella Versace and a wardrobe fit for a 12 year girl, you’d think she was from Woolwich working as a pole dancer. Now she has her own label with fans such as SJP and Gwyneth Paltrow. Gone is the weave and goodbye Aylesbury acrylics, hello high necks, a Bentley Convertible, a Rolex for everyday of the week, short hair and a handbag I would do illegal things for, VB I salute you.
Abbey Clancey . . . where do I begin, she began looking like she was entering a beauty contest in out back America, frazzled hair, naff sparkly dress and a tan that Dale Winton would die for. Looking at her now I don’t see a Swarovski insight, and good lord did she leave the house without the rollers . . . now I like my men like an anorexic loves celery but I would go there.
Anyway it’s time we stopped slating these ladies, okay they might not have started out top of the league but we have all made our fashion mistakes . . .
Portia
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Above - Portia circa 2009
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