How the mighty have fallen… or perhaps how the heroines have come to the fore.
I was a snobby label slut. Designer names, pure silk, linen, cashmere, wool, cotton, bamboo – they made my eyes sparkle and my credit card groan.
And then, like Alice in Wonderland, I disappeared down the rabbit hole that is cheap-cheap Temu. Now I’m a Temu tart. And not just me. The Temu courier knows the names and addresses of most of the people in our complex, without the help of Google Maps.
It struck me that we brag these days in our lifestyle estate about how little we are paying, where before we were proud of our prestigious possessions and showed off with exclusive wines or expensive designer labels. Now we boast about the…