Since today is the biggest shopping day of the year I felt it was appropriate to blog about something completely materialistic.
As I have gotten older, I have developed a love of designer purses. This is not a good thing. I long for the days when I was satisfied with my $40 Espirit purses. sigh. Here's my current crush.
This is the Coach Holiday Patchwork Shoulder Tote. It retails for $398.
My head realizes that this is an insane amount of money to spend on a purse that one of my kids will puke on within a week, but my heart reaches out to stroke the suede and leather patches each time I enter a certain department store.
Designer purses, why do I covet thee so? Don't you realize that I could use the money much more wisely? Why do you have to tempt me with your dogleash closure, multi-function pockets, and inside zip pockets. Why do you sparkle under your glass case and call to me even though you know I purposely didn't bring my credit card to the store with me? Do you have no shame? Don't you even care if I have a nest egg when I get old, or would you rather me be wearing you on my shoulder while I eat cat food?
Okay, I feel better. Please tell me what guilty pleasure you covet, and I swear if anybody says world peace I'm going to scream. It must be purely materialistic! :)
All that matters is what's inside...as long as your outside is wearing the tiara.REVENGE OF THE HOMECOMING QUEEN, coming from Berkley Jam in July 2007