I love it when new bags come into the office, I get so excited! This week our a/w07 collection came in, and it looks fabulous. Not to big myself up or anything, but sometimes I do just look at the bags and think, hmmm, maybe this is fun after all. Creating exactly what you want for every occasion. But then I look at them and can never decide which bag to carry! Aaah, the trials and tribulations of being a girl. Shopping, handbags, wow, it's so tricky.

Everyone keeps telling me I missed a trend, and I should have done patent. I KNOW! But as I keep saying to all those who keep saying this to me, I have never liked patent, I never will, and I will never make patent bags. OK? Why, if I do not like them, should I make them? If everyone else wants to act like sheep and follow yet another trend, they can all be my guest. But really, what is it about wearing the equivalent to a shiny plastic sheet on your arm that appeals?

Late night texting - do you do it? Your mobile phone is hidden deep in the depths of your Tabitha handbag (yes, it should be in the mobile pocket made just for that reason, but it isn't), and suddenly it vibrates just as you are drifting off to sleep...and you know you have to look and see who it is from as your curiosity will never let you sleep. It doesn't have to be a lover, or a long lost friend, but there is something naughty and slightly exhilerating about texting late at night, when you are lying in bed. But then you always have to know when to say Good Night....whoever the recipitant is.

Well, I have always been told it, but never quite believed it, but India is in fact the place to go for a crash diet. I ventured to Calcutta for 5 days to see one of the new factories, and I swear that I had only to breathe the air in Calcutta airport and I was ill. At first I felt curiously satisfied that not only was I working, but I would also return home thinner and browner than when I had left - but after 48 hours, I began to feel distinctly unsettled by the lack of loo paper in the places I was visiting, and the sudden desire to only leave my hotel when absolutely necessary. However, what I found constantly reassuring was the story of the Virgin Atlantic air hostess who had travelled out a few weeks before me - in a desperate bid to be thin for her wedding, she licked the sole of her flipflop. Although alright now, she spent two weeks in hospital in Calcutta on a drip. I mean, why would you?

I don't understand the Anya Hindmarch 'I am not a plastic bag' bag. Why? Because no one actually uses it to replace their plastic bag, they use it as a handbag to be seen with, and then they still go to the supermarket and buy their groceries and put them in plastic bags as their 'I am not a plastic bag' is their handbag. Anyway, it is way too small to carry all your shopping so you would need to buy at least 5 to do your weekly shop, and then you really would look strange. So, a massive marketing coo, and I envy that, but girls, lets face it, you are buying it for the cool factor, not the green factor.

Well, not to make you all jealous, but I have just had the most amazing week skiing in the Alps. Blue skies, fabulous sunshine...and a hot tub on the terrace. I ate so much food my muffin top is something to be proud of, I skiied so little I should be ashamed, and I gossiped so much I nearly staggered myself! We had a resident porn star (at least he liked to think), some 'in house' bedroom activity between singles (I am secretly thinking a wedding may be upon us)and enough feisty girls to blow the roof off. However, this did not prevent me from singing into my knife (no hair brush around) every night to Dolly Parton, and flirting with every passing boarder. (I have Mr PB to thank for this as after a spectacular fall we ended up in the medical centre...and as he was being x-rayed I felt it was my duty to cheer up the ailing snow board champion on my left...)But the good news is that despite some whinging Mr PB is back on his feet, the boarder was too young to deserve my attentions, and I have a fabulously bad pair of panda eyes going on. And I have decided that handbags do not belong on the ski slopes. Or in dodgy ski resort night clubs. But that a bunch of 12 eclectic people thrown into a chalet together is a fabulous way to spend a week.

Now, you may think that this sounds a bit dramatic, but it is true. We at Tabitha have had our very own handbag heist!! Thousands of pounds worth of handbags stolen by a supposed DHL driver - he confidently turned up, pretended to be our delivery man, took all of our boxes and left, and then an hour later, the actual DHL man turned up. Genius! Such a basic and flawless plan, it is a wonder we never thought of it ourselves. Personally I have now considered trying the same thing outside the Jimmy Choo store for some shoes....only joking. However, ladies, lets start the detective work. If any of you see Tabitha handbags in a place you think they should not be, ie your local market, the local skip, on an unassuming tramp, do let me know as this may be the clue that leads us to our source. Anyway, the positive angle on the whole heist thing is that the office has been unusually full of men in uniform recently....splendid! All work of course girls, just the local bobbys doing their job....

I have been working and working on this invention and finally, after many a sleepless night, I think it is coming together...

What do you think? I am just trying to get Porsche, or VW (beetles are my current obsession) to sponsor me. Anyone got any car in particular they would like me to have a play with? Look out for this in our A/W 07 collection....

Well, my first Christmas party of the season, and it was a cracker! It was the Terrence Higgins Trust's very early Christmas party, which gave me a great excuse to wear my fabulous black and red Marc Jacobs shoes which I LOVE (especially as I got them for a bargain price at Century 21 in NY), my vintage frock, my fishnets, and of course carry our very own 'Tiger' Clutch that Dannii and I designed for THT to raise money for the charity. Both Dannii and I were carrying ours, although Dannii a little bit more elegantly than me as I tried to squeeze my whole life plus my keys into my evening bag, but we did some fabulous product promotion if I don't say so myself! After a few glasses of wine, we were well on our way to designing our campaign for next year. I must say I felt a little unsteady on my feet after a couple of glasses, but as Mr PB so rightly pointed out to me - if I stopped skulling it, and merely sipped it, it might not have such a dramatic effect on me. Hmm, definitely something to consider for the future.

Anyway, we met some very interesting people, including the head of Durex - what a great job he has - all he does is talk about sex and condoms all day, and I must tell you, he looks very happy. I mean, that is job satisfation at it's best isn't it? He has also requested our input on future condom designs. Let me tell you, handbags may be taking a back seat for a while! We also chatted to Vanessa Feltz and Nadia from Big Brother (who is desperately still trying to claim some kind of celebrity - I was in fact told one of them was a transvestite....), and then moved on to chat to all the wonderful and fabulous people who put so much time and effort into THT and making it the successful charity that it is. They are truly great people, and it has made me want to help even more, as much as I can. In fact, you can all help too by buying one of red satin clutches with a free condom inside(!), as we give a percentage of sales to THT.

Anyway, after a long night, and a great start to the Christmas party season, I headed home with aching feet, (note to self for Scholl party feet next time round), pounding head, and the secure knowledge that I had only seriously offended 1 person. Believe me, for me, that is pretty good going.

Hello girls! It is with trepidation that I am entering the world of blogging, as I live in fear that it will undoubtedly take over my life....like handbags. So, to make sure that my blog is interesting, I am going to partake in lots of fascinating and wild activities that I can then tell you all about. My first one began this weekend, when I ventured to Croyde with my boyfriend (now Mr PB) and some mates to go surfing. First Error? Putting on a wetsuit when you are the ultimate English 'pear' shape. It may well pull your waist in to look 'nipped', but the accentuation of your bottom as a result is really most unattractive. I think Mr PB busted me when he realised I was always trying to walk behind him...oh. The other fact to note is that it is a great deal easier to flirt with said fit surf instructor with your clothes on...I mean, call me strange, but you just do lose a little something when clothed head to toe in black rubber. Each to their own though of course. However, it was a wicked weekend, and I found myself slightly swooning over Mr PB when he 'sat in the line up' on his board waiting for the big waves, and then surfed a tunnel. Gnarley dude. Personally, I managed to stand up once for about 2", but I would give myself an A for effort and enthusiasm. And girls, if you are on the pull, you could do worse than take up surfing as a hobby...

Hello Boys. First time buying a handbag? Don't panic. I am here to help. Below is a list of questions, which I think should cover all eventualities. If you have done anything worse than mentioned below, or it is a special occasion I have not thought of, please just contact me, and I am sure I will be able to help, if only to offer some consolation. Be good boys, and good luck.

Have you forgotten her birthday, or are you stuck for ideas? The sargeant - it's goodlooking (probably like you), relaxed and will deal with any occasion. It screams attitude and understated cool. You know you want to.

Are you having an affair? (come on, not with the sister, best friend or secretary I hope) Go straight to the most expensive one, and hide some diamonds in the zip pocket. The Colonel is the ideal bag for you.

Are you about to propose to her? Nervous? You must be. But our shell clutch will make it all ok. A lovely evening bag to give her just before you go out for the big night…

Do you want more action? Silly question, you are a man. I can't promise a handbag will definitely get you this, but the matron bag will get you on the right track. Small, sweet and easy to handle.

Did you get drunk last night? You didn't have a pink ticket, but still you couldn't make it home. Will you boys never learn? Never mind, the Marine bag will show your inner cool, and that researched into what would really work for her. Didn't you?

Did you tell her that her bum looked big? No, no, no! Even when we say we want you to be honest, we really really don't. Don't say sorry, but send her the Lieutenant bag, with a note telling her how beautiful she is. Corny, but it works everytime.

Is it just to say 'I love you'? Well, you are just a sweetie aren't you? Do you have any friends for us to meet!? Go straight for the Soldier bag. Our best seller, and she will know you really care.

Have you just told her your mother is coming on holiday with you for two weeks? A mother/son relationship is something we will never understand, so help us along a bit here. She will think her life is over when she hears this. So buy her the Major with the promise of a couple nights out while you're away, ALONE!

Did you snog her mate? There is no handbag to make this ok. Sorry. Even I can't help you out here.

Has she just had a baby? Don't forget to indulge her as well as the baby. LOTS of flowers, massages and the perfect handbag. It's the Quinny for you.

Did you tell her you were away on business, but actually go away with another girl? Ouch. That hurts. You boys can be very bad! So if I were you, I would buy at least 2 of the bags, and fill them brimming over with sexy lingerie. Then get ready for some seriously selfless action.

Can't think of anything for the mother in law, or the sister in law? Go for the stationary books - the hostess book will fill every mother in law with joy, and the conquest book will make the sister in law feel like a sexy little minx, and she will admire your audacity for years to come.