When I was 18 I visited Hastings with my then-boyfriend and in a little antiques shop there was a small brass statue, about 22 inches or something of a woman in jeans, topless, with her hands in her hair. It was just the right amount of trashy and I loved it.
It was about £120 or something and I was stating my first proper job a month later and my boyfriend said I should just buy it. I had the money from what I'd saved from my pot washing job and wouldn't have anything much else to buy when I started my full time job but the sensible me just couldn't spend it. I'm now 28 and still wish I'd bought it.
It's like when Rachel wants the girly lamp from Me Heckles apartment in Friends I guess. It was awful, but great at the same time. Even in my own head it sounds awful.