I have a slight addiction to shopping. If you come into my closet, about 1/4 (or more) of my clothes still have the tags on them. I rarely think out my purchases- especially if I am able to get a good deal on something. Conversely, if it is a large purchase, I tend to obsess over my decision. Obsess is too mild of a word. Agonize is a much better descriptor for my behavior. When we go on trips, I pour over hundreds of trip advisor hotel reviews to make sure I make the right decision. Before we bought our new car, I became a member of every car website to read every review. So, when it came time to purchase a new bag, I pulled out all my crazy purchasing behavior and made quite a run on high end bags. First, it was the LV Damier Ebene Speedy 35.
However, when it arrived, I wasn't impressed with the quality. Then, I ordered the Gucci sukey tote...
Loved the bag, but I carried it one night, and someone asked me if it was a Guess bag. Yes, I am aware they were blissfully ignorant with designer bags, but Guess? ReallY? No thanks. Umm. I'm sorry, but I'm not gonna pay $800+ for people to think its a Guess bag that I can buy at TJ Maxx. Ew.
Finally, I realized that I was gonna have to bite the bullet and just head to the Holy Grail of fabulousness- aka Saks. So, my husband begrudgingly went with me on my never ending purse quest up to Cincy. After being there for well over an hour, I finally landed on this little number. Aka- my child. Aka my LV Neverfull.
Bless my friends hearts. I know I was a hot mess. I have received more texts and calls in the past day that were so sweet. Its never fun to have things ruined, so I appreciate everyone's words of advice. When I woke up yesterday, It hit me like a ton of bricks that I was being utterly ridiculous. It is just a bag. JUST A BAG. Talk about the epitome of a high class problem. Here I am, losing my mind over a silly purse when the people of Japan have serious problems. Wow. So I can't lie- I am pretty ashamed of how upset I got over this debacle. However, I am incredibly blessed with friends who will be there for me regardless of how silly my problem is. With that being said, word of advice- Don't leave your purse on a stove. You never know what might happen. Thats is for now! XoXo- Caroline