Moschino is the New Meth

Ok, lately, my heart is totally melting for all things Moschino. But...Oh My Lord, Moschino and Jeremy Scott have just given me a new reason to live, a certain zest and purpose for life that I fear cannot (and will not) ever be fulfilled, unless...Unless, I have this:

All hail the leather biker-style backpack recreation of the label's iconic 'Perfecto' jacket. And Lord ha mercyyyy, perfecto it is, indeed! 

This bag is everything, and more. It's so beautiful that I can actually feel tears welling in my Moschino-craving eyeballs. I've already mentally replaced my other half, his side of the bed is no more. And I'm totally considering putting my car hunt on hold, or downgrading to a three-wheeled banger - maybe even a pushbike - in pursuit of this £1,695 beauty. I am Eve, trapped in the Garden of Moschino, being lured closer, and closer toward the forbidden purchase. Eve and I, our fate shall be the same: except Eve ends up dead and well, I...I end up dead broke. 

It's official, Moschino is the new Meth and I am hooked like a motherfuckin' hillbilly. For fuck sake, I'm too poor for this shit. Moschino, how could you?