The Gucci Goss

**Angry Blog Alert**

This week I visited London for the day, something that would usually excite the hell out of me, ended in major deflatedness.

It was all part of a trend project that I'm currently researching and the thing is I actually really love the trend that I've been given. It isn't even the fact that we didn't get the research we needed because we did, we almost got too much. It's the fact that Gucci rejected me.

Yup, that happened.

It just amazes me because, whilst I might not look like I own several holiday homes and have a house full of butlers, I could very well have several holiday homes AND a house full of butlers. Who are they to judge how much money I've got in my account? I even splashed out on the prettiest frilly dress that kinda reminded me of a lil Alexa Chung number from her M&S collection.

Both me and my friend Charlotte, asked mega respectfully, with notepad in hand, if they could spare just a few minutes to discuss the trend we were researching in relation to their stock in store. WELL, after playing what seemed like literal human pinball, we were eventually greeted with the "I'm pretty sure you can't do this here" line from one of the absolutely delightful menswear staff (and if you can't sense the sarcasm here then you my friend are most definitely broken).

In contrast to the really super lovely lady that we spoke to in Valentino later in the day, these Gucci minions were probably my least favourite people in the world. It really did put me in a bad mood. High end fashion is to be admired in fashion shows and on the bodies of those fortunate enough to buy it, is it not? So Gucci, what's the difference in me praising your latest fashion catwalk vs me actually showing curiosity and interest in one of your stores?

It's just the same as artists, of any kind. Like for example, as much as I love a good Bieber banger (guilty pleasure pls don’t hate me) I probably wouldn't ever pay any money to go see him as he appears to be an absolute arsehole.

So in short, if I do ever make it in the fashion industry, I will not be wasting any of my hard earned cash on Gucci products, no matter how tempting that Princetown leather slipper in dusky pink for £715 might just be, I will always remember the absolutely savage menswear sales assistant who had no interest in educating two perfectly presentable young girls on a few points to be made about their Pyjama Party trend.

!!!!!

Amen