For some reason unbeknown to even myself, I have deemed reading as the ultimate luxury. Not magazines I might add, just books.
It is quite absurd, as I now feel as though everything (and I mean everything!) else must be done, such as the washing, cleaning, ironing etc before I am allowed to sit down and read. It’s madness !!! If I kept this up, I would never read another book again.
As such, I have taken it upon myself to stop this insanity and read a little bit if not every day, every second day. It is good for the soul, imagination and also conversation.
While I had a book I had intended to read, I saw that my mother had ‘Bringing Home the Birkin’ on kitchen table, fresh from her recent holiday. She graciously lent it to me and so I went home, sunggled up on the sofa and began my handbag journey.
It would appear that the author, Michel Tonello literally fell into the world of purchasing Hermes items and reselling them as a way of generating his income. A luxurious life indeed! Which of course led him to seek out the most coveted of coveted handbags, the Birkin.
This book is frivolity at it’s best, although by the end, you do realise what’s going to happen. But a fun, easy read nevertheless. Perfect for holiday reading.