When house trumped clothes...and I had to grow up

For the past twelve years my boyfriend (now husband) hasn't had to be that inventive when it comes to presents. I'm a Topshop girl through and through you see. Give me a voucher (or plastic card now times are a changing) and I'm happy. Simple pleasures and all that. Each May I look forward to a summer wardrobe spree, safe in the knowledge that my voucher is a 'birthday-must have'. But, gasp, 2010 marks a catastrophic change in this perfect order of birthday present affairs.

The husband's a grown up you see. He wants me to buy him a BBQ for his birthday, he informed me last week. Aghast, I knew that unless I wanted to be tarnished as a selfish being for eternity, it was only right to 'donate' my 2010 birthday gift to the house. Lucky house. So, Topshop vouchers have been banished and a piece of home wear will take their place. Not a swap that immediately filled me with a warm fuzzy feeling...

But, not easily disheartened, I'm pleased to announce that a mirror I've had my eye on for some time is now winging its way to me, disguised as a birthday present.

I've grown up. I feel good. I do. Honestly.

But, if those Topshop vouchers lose their way again come Christmas, I may not be so supportive of this adulthood business.

Style Twist - not even the most stylish person I know x