So over: Credit-card cuties
Published 04/04/2011 | 09:26
Poor old Aisling didn’t know what to think when her credit card was handed back by the sales assistant at her favourite department store, who seemed to be muttering in an embarrassed fashion about the machine not working.
Until she got home, that is, and Fintan informed her that there was no more money left in the tank. Or, more specifically, there’d be no more impromptu little sprees to pick up something from the latest drop in her five favourite boutiques, who, of course, are kind enough to call her whenever something comes in that they know she would adore, and go perfectly with her new Stella boots. Yes, sadly, our credit-card cuties are having to come to terms with the brutal reality that life lived through plastic just isn’t an option anymore, and that they might just — quelle horreur — have to get a job. The Sex and the City lifestyle is dead and gone ladies, and Carrie and friends, just look a little bit sad, a little bit deluded.