bananas

Sadly where Prada-related accessory inspiration is concerned, donning a real banana won't do. Unless you're down with brown bananay mash. Which I don't think any of us are. There are only so many 'oh for gods sake' moments you can take-when your hand meets the oozy fruit which has squelched its way around the contents in the bottom of your handbag. But I digress. This is mainly one big excuse for me to coo over the Tatty Devine bananay 'homage' (ahem) and to, dare I?, admit that I actually prefer it to the Prada versions purely for the fact it's in brooch form and (as far as I know..) Miuccia didn't dabble in that department. Ah but Tatty Divine you really know how to put the kibosh on my happiness.. £45 you say? That's almost a fortnight of food in my world. For, oh the irony, an inedible foodstuff smaller the size of my little finger. Try chowing down on that. I know Carrie Bradshaw gushed that sometimes she skipped dinner and bought Vogue instead because it 'fed her more' but I'd like to see that put into practice. You can grill the pages of Vogue with as much haloumi as you like, but that is still the most bullshit quote I'll heard under the rumbles of my empty belly. So, yes, better look from afar..