The British are coming, the British are coming…
Thursday, July 12th, 2007On July 12, David and Victoria Beckham landed on American soil, bringing their Barbie & Ken good looks for all of the paparazzi and news hounds to drool over. Back in college I was a huge Spice Girls fan…Baby being my favorite. With the much anticipated announcement of their reunion tour, I was able to reminisce looking at old pictures of the Spice Girls at their height of stardom. When you compare these cute innocent girls to their current roles of wives and mothers I gotta say, I think they look WAY better than they did in the 90s. Everyone seems to have filled out better, gotten rid of the ridiculous get-ups, and matured like fine wine…everyone but Posh, that is. I, for one, do not find Posh attractive. Her pouty lips, cold stare, and stick-thin frame do nothing for me and I won’t find myself doing the Katie Holmes and morph into a clone of her. She actually looks better as the brunette Posh Spice who was known for her designer duds and sleek black dresses. Now she wears stuff like this, which makes me think she did the exact opposite of what her Spice sisters had done going from classy to trashy.
However, my opinion of Posh took a dramatic turn when I read about her $500,000 walk-in closet being built in her Beverly Hills home. You read that right, a 5 with 5 zeros after it DOLLARS, not pounds mind you. Would I spend half a million on a closet myself? Heck no, but I had new-found respect for Mrs. Beckham. You see, a walk-in closet is my ultimate dream. When I was looking at houses earlier this year, while normal buyers make a point to look at how much square footage, if there’s new copper plumbing, or how well-maintained the structure was, I glossed over such things if “Walk-in Closet in Master Bedroom” was one of its features. While my walk-in wouldn’t necessarily have leather floors or a Baccarat crystal chandelier, it would definitely act as a nice safe haven for me and my creativity.
In our new place, the second bedroom has been converted into what basically is my closet. It’s a makeshift walk-in that Ben has so unselfishly given me. Hopefully when we do get our own place, the Master Bedroom will have a real walk-in so the second or third bedroom can work as a den/office. But for now, I’m living a semi-posh life, with an amazing array of clothing on what’s supposed to be a curtain rod and Rubbermaid shelves holding rows of jeans and pants. While the leather floors and crystal chandelier are missing, the hardwood and glass dome light will have to do for now. So thank you, Becks, I mean Ben for being so accommodating to my clotheshorse lifestyle. You make me feel like (half a) million bucks!
