Handbag Diaries

For the past three or so years, I have been a hobo girl. (In handbag terminology of course) But somehow a Kate Spade Sam bag found its way into my little purse collection. I've never used it because I like slouchy bags, things that look so thrown together last minute but still somehow totally divine. But is Blair bringing back the rectangle? Perhaps there is still hope for poor little Sam sitting alone in the back of my closet.


On a sadder note, my tiny (almost non-existent) purse collection got even smaller on Wednesday night when some horrible person thought it was a good idea to steal a woven Michael Kors purse out my car. They stole other things as well; money, credit cards, make-up and 5 water bottles. (I know a major WTF? to the water bottles!) Interestingly enough, the same purse I had stolen was listed on Ebay two days after the fact. Location? None other then my little town but unfortunately, there is nothing the police can do because I have no way to identify it as my purse. It was in perfect new condition because I only used it for two hours. I hate people who rip off others. Boo them. So, this week I have set out to 'mark' all of my purses. Some place small on the inside, with a heart or a star or perhaps something more original. I have not yet made the final decision but am open to suggestions.

(Wow, didn't that totally read like the fine print on a contract or something..? "not yet made final decision but am open to suggestions" he said in the deepest voice imaginable)