Haha! My husband is a HNWI. If someone comes to the door flogging stuff I'll say I'm the cleaner... it's never been challenged.Totally agree with this, my mum is very wealthy but my partner oftens says she looks like she's homeless. She does not care what anybody thinks and has no need to show off.
Very - it’s so look at what I have. I’d have more truck with it if they actually earned it, rather than earning it by showing they have it - (I thinkIt’s all terribly nouveau riche darling.
The dressing table is really nothing special and looks like mdf kids bedroom. Surprised she hasn’t bought herself a title to go with the dressing room, Lady Clementine, in her pink dressing room.No discernible style in that dressing room except that it reminds me of something from MFI.
Especially so when it just smacks of her murky business ventures. Clemmie - you need to be clear. If you've paid for it (and after all you earned £240,000 last year flogging your daughter's childhoods so you can afford it), then say so. Try some sort of semblance of professionalism - you never know, a clear conscience might let you enjoy it more.The dressing room just made me sad. It made me think of someone trapped as a prisoner in their own 'fairytale'. It reeks of 'look at this stuff, I must be happy'. But it all feels so hollow and empty.
Well, that makes sense then because the dressing room units look like kitchen units. IKEA ones.The dressing table/dressing room furniture is custom made by same company that made their kitchen units...
It is actually stomach churning to see such levels of greed, greed, greed. Hang your heads in shame Hoopers - you have flogged your children's childhood to no avail and your insecurity will mean you will never be satisfied and will just come back for more, more, more.......Well, that makes sense then because the dressing room units look like kitchen units. IKEA ones.
Joshing aside. I also detect a faint air of emptiness/unhappiness about all this stuff they now have. Presumably it's because, deep down, Clemmie knows they haven't earned it honestly through sheer hard work. They have only 'earned' it by selling their integrity, privacy and values. At first, I bet the novelty value makes it feel like it's all worth it, but as time goes on and there's more and more and more stuff, then I think it must start to feel tarnished and tawdry?
All that glitters is not gold, as the saying goes...
After all, there cannot be any sense of personal achievement. Any sense of anticipation has been lost long ago - Clemmie only has to remark how old her make up is and bingo, Bobbi Brown deliver a whole new drawer full.
It's like an overly spoilt child on Christmas morning with that many presents to open that they become meaningless. If Clemmie knows she can just 'request' yet another reno in 3 years then how can she really get all that excited about this one?
Their constant conspicuous consumption is ultimately unfulfilling because more is never enough now. Their lives bloom with dazzling profusion on the surface, but nothing is rooted deep.
It really does!That dressing table looks very Argos
I just really thought, seriously do you buy anything? Do you ever feel like you have actually treated yourself? Like you love something for a reason other than it’s free?nice how she makes those gifted pjs about the twins bedtime.I can imagine her taking them off after that post. They aren’t very well fitted
Perhaps they’ve been waiting to be ‘kindly gifted’ some beds. They can’t be expected to buy their own children beds now can they?Durr yes Simon those girls are 3.5years old, they need beds. They’ve been turning those ridiculously overpriced gifts upside down for years...
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