What Not To Do In Chanel.
People always say love makes you fall head over heels and act irrationally with no concern for normal behaviour. Well if my behaviour in Chanel is anything to go by, this is pretty spot on.
Let me paint a picture for you. My boyfriend and I were staying in Milan, he being a sports fanatic had booked in for a day of stadium sightseeing (because that’s what you do when in Milan). I on the other hand was bound for a day of wandering Via Sant’Andrea.
After walking around lost for several hours thinking I was about to become the lead lady in Taken 4, you can understand that I looked probably a little more dishevelled than when I left my hotel room on Cloud 9.
The jury is still out on whether the doorman was trying to keep strays like me out on the curb or simply didn’t see me, but I spent a good few minutes trying to pull the door that was clearly labelled push.
Once inside I was truly taken aback. The Chanel showroom of Milan is rather different to the ones I had walked into before. Levels of heaven sent bags and jackets to die for; I was literally in my happy place. So much so I couldn’t wipe the awkward Cheshire Cat smile off my face. Now when you’re ALONE in a store it looks very suspicious walking around with an ear-to-ear grin on your face. To combat what could only be described as a facial spasm I pulled out my phone to look as if I had received a delightful message.
This is the point at which I was forced to question all life choices. A security guard yelled from the other end of the showroom
“Madam no photos this is a store not a museum you should leave”
To say that I died on the spot is an understatement.
I quickly ran upstairs to buy the teeny tiny coin purse that I had waited a year to purchase and cowered in my ignorance. But on the way out I thought of the wise words by none other than Karl himself.
‘Buy only because something excites you, not just for the simple act of shopping’.
So to the security guard who yelled and the doorman who judged me, no one will rain on the Chanel parade.
(Images sourced from Pinterst, no credits known)