I don’t buy fake anything – even when fake tan was in, I refused to be like everyone else, rushing off to the beauty parlours to turn a lovely shade of orange. I did it the good old-fashioned way, and enjoyed a light smattering of sun (well as it turns out my heritage has a little Maori in it) – so ended up with a helping hand.

But this week, I was asked the question that often gets asked in regards to something I own. Was it fake or real? I tend to be insulted by the question initially, and then feel somehow that I have to justify it is the real thing.

Should I be hiding my possessions away that I have lovingly saved for, or just tell them how it is? Others I guess just can’t see the value.  I always try to buy quality over quantity – something that has been with me from a very early age.  Ask any girl, and I’m sure they’d rather have 1 quality handbag or pair of shoes, rather than 3 or 4 cheap pairs. Guys may have a different perspective, particularly when it comes to shopping for clothes!

The debate over fake versus real, takes an ugly turn when it comes to fur though. I don’t think anyone would be seen dead (pardon the pun) to admit they were wearing, or have a real fur coat hiding in the wardrobe. It just isn’t worth it. I have to say though that many of the more artificial or let’s say fake fashion items for sale more often than not, do a great job in pretending to be something that they’re not.

For me, I know and have to live with the conscious decision that what I put on my body and/or wear has to have originated from somewhere. Individual choice dictates how we choose to spend our money and the price we pay for quality.

Yellow Tulip