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With parents who are fashion icons it’s no surprise that the mini-me wannabe offspring are following the path of their celebrity mums and dads into the fashion stakes and are developing a taste for the high-end of the market threads.

Take footballer Steven Gerrard. This is a guy who earns a whopping £130,000 a week. His three daughters are constantly in celeb mags wearing clothes that cost mega bucks and brandishing designer Chanel bags at just under three grand apiece.

Since when does a seven-year-old need a handbag? I never possessed a bag until I was 15 and then it was a British Airways job to carry my school books in. The young ladies seem to be well on the way to becoming WAGS, obviously being led by their model mum Alex Curren.

Then there is cute little Miss Harper Beckham who has fashion just oozing out of her veins by the bucketload.

With designer Victoria and underwear model David as parents and even an elder sibling who models for Burberry, this child was never going to have an ordinary wardrobe of clothes was she? In the years to come she’s likely to become one of the most influential females in the world of clothing and stole the spotlight of her famous folks during fashion week just recently.

Then there’s Emme Muniz, and if you haven’t heard of her you soon will as she is the daughter of actress and singer Jennifer Lopez. The five-year-old strutted her stuff on the London catwalk recently wearing £1,500 worth of Chanel accessories. Hard to believe isn’t it?

I can’t comprehend spending that amount on exclusive gear for myself let alone a tot, even if I did have that sort of money. Children should grow up unspoilt and appreciating the value of things.

Designers didn’t really exist much in my day, not that I was aware of anyway. I was too busy having fun playing with other kids and mucking out ponies to worry about what I was wearing.

Looking back – I can remember my mum in a panic one Christmas when I was about six because she couldn’t get hold of a certain Ladybird dressing gown for me when all I desired was a Camberwick Green shaker maker in my stocking.