Whilst galavanting around Italy we came across a few Prada outlets speckled across the country side and decide to call into one. I was desperately on the hunt for THE BAG, one that was classic timeless and made me run across the store like a child to a bouncy house. Allas it wasn’t meant to be, whilst they did have quiet a selection of past seasosn stock nothing left me drooling; however I wasn’t about to leave empty handed so I picked up these little beauties.
This particular day we had driven 4 hours through stressful winding roads, myself as head navigator obviously felt the brunt of the stress. Needless to say upon arriving at the glass doors of Prada I looked less then my best. I was surrounded by perfect manicures, designer bags and teeny dogs. I lent to my partner and said ‘we have to act cool!’ Just before leaving I’m trying to choose a perfume so I pick one up and proceed to tiredly squirt it into my eyes, in the centre of this well manicured and impeccable presented store. We proceeded to turn slowly and exit the building.
A tip for those who love Italian Designers like myself. Even at general outlet stores in Italy if the brand like Prada is Italian the prices are generally cheaper.