It’s no secret I love purses. And shoes. But we’re talking about purses here so don’t let me get off topic.
I don’t exactly know when it happened, but sometime, somewhere, I adopted this idea that a woman’s purse is a visual representation of who she is – or wants to be. I say wants to be because, well, did you know that, for a not-so-small-fee, you can actually “borrow” top-of-the-line, current-season purses??
Oh yes, my dears. Welcome to Bag Borrow or Steal (which, coincidentally, wins my award for most clever business name).
I won’t even get into the moral implications of renting a $1500 bag in order to make other people think… well, all sorts of things, depending on where they come from. Who am I to judge? I admit, I too have been known to drool over totally ridiculously priced arm-candy occasionally.
Not that I would ever rent a bag. I prefer knock-offs procured from shady-looking characters with suitcases of illegal goods on Canal Street in New York. You don’t have to worry about spilling your coffee all over a $30 knock off, which is important for part-time klutzes such as yours truly.
What can I say? It could be worse. I could have a fetish for um… Porsches. Or yachts. Turns out I just like well-structured bags.
Good thing I have a boyfriend (oh, okay… fiance… but I feel like such a retard saying that dumb word) who keeps my ridiculousness in check.
It’s fun to be ridiculous sometimes.