I was “window” shopping online, today, meandering through stores that I would never go into in real life, as if I did, the doors would be locked, alarms would sound and I’d be escorted out of them, in handcuffs, as I am nowhere near posh enough to be in them. As I was wandering I found this
in the rouge color of course.
Oh and it’s on sale for only 263 dollars. Yeah, I’ll get right on that. If I were to spend 263 dollars on a purse, it would have to house me and feed me and clothe me.
I’m not going to lie, if it fell from the sky, I would use it and pet it and call it George but, even if I had that kind of disposal income, I couldn’t buy it. I’m using the same purse that I got for Christmas 2 years ago.
I haven’t even bought one in close to 3 or 4 years and I have a serious purse obsession/lust. I have a boxful of purses in storage. A big box, one that held a crate of paper towels in its previous life. And it is full to the brim of purses yet, I’d be willing to bet that I haven’t spent 300 dollars on all of them.
Yes, I’m cheap, very cheap. I watch for them on sale or clearance. They don’t have to be trendy, as really, I like oddball purses. My favorite purses are always the ones that noone else on the planet would carry. Like the giant black crochet one with fringe and beads hanging off the bottom. From top to bottom it has to be 3 foot long. I adore it.
Yet, I keep going back to that picture and drooling a bit. It really is beautiful, isn’t it? Even if I’d feel guilty for owning it, I can’t help looking at it again and again.