Amidst the grey colour palette of the commuter blur is the hint of a purple and gold bag. This is not just any old bag, it’s a Liberty bag. Catching your eye this crisp piece of retail origami purveys clues about its owner- someone with effortless style who is now feeling somewhat giddy about their most recent acquisition which nestles within soft folds of tissue paper. Hurrying home with a skip in their step and a coy smile of knowingness, knowing that on returning home treasure will soon be unwrapped and slipped on again , creating the giddiness and excitement of the purchase once again. It sounds fantastical and an exaggeration beyond belief but in reality this is most definitely always the case (unless you’re such a regular that the novelty and excitement has worn off…but this I find unlikely).
Browsing the rails of beautiful silks, crisp cotton, plump sweaters, translucent chiffons and soft denim your fingers welcome the touch of every item…no viscose and cheap rubbish here! With room to peruse freely between the rails there are no pushy sales assistants and no bumping shoulders with ruthless shoppers. It is shopping at its best…blissful and void of any sweaty-palms.
So a tour of Liberty, the most wonderful style emporium…the place of shopping dreams (and eating, hairdressing, shaving, beauty, floristry, stationary, interiors dreams as well if you’re counting).
So after passing through the hall of handbags, their plush buttery leather crumpling under golden buckles and studs you enter into the jewellery chamber. The twinkle of the precious covetable items from under glass cabinets and counters tunes in to the magpie within us all. Tempted fingers slide into Iosselliani rings whilst Alexis Bittar gems drip in splendour across an exposed décolletage.
If you ascend the spiralling wooden staircase you reach the designer collections. What was previously just the reserve of glossy magazines hangs serenely, standing to attention like perfectly behaved little silk soldiers, fully aware of their design superiority and status of lust. It is in this section that you’re most likely to spot the odd famous face.
Scarves, the gem in Liberty’s retail crown, billow from dark wooden rails and lay neatly pleated like colourful folds of luxury decorated with patterns and prints.
Moving on from scarves it is time to dress your skin in the perfume department- the poshest laboratory in town. Rows of tiny bottles of the most beautiful smelling nectar line the oak shelves as shoppers waft through spritzed droplets of fragrance. Testing out each sweet elixir you are then left catching a sniff of your wrist throughout the working day…a smell deja vu of a lovely lunch time of gracing the wooden floorboards and panelled walls steeped in shopping history. A lunch time spent within the walls which have witnessed over 100 years of happy shoppers and men and women transformed into confident beings from the feel of a well-cut suit or the fit of a satin shoe.