I have noticed lately that I REALLY need a new purse. Like…really. Not like I’m bored with the one that I have and just want something new…
I started using this brown bowler-bag-style purse last fall when it was brand new. As you can see, the zipper pouch has completely pulled away from the purse, there are two separate holes (not counting the one I already sewed up) in the bottom, the zipper has fallen off for the 3rd time, and then there are the usual signs of external wear.
Maybe it’s the quality of the purses I buy (this one is from Forever 21), or maybe I just abuse the crap out of them. I mean, a purse isn’t just a purse anymore–it’s a personal survival kit! At any given time I have: chapstick, antibiotic ointment, a mirror compact, a lighter (I don’t even smoke!), headphones, a makeup bag, various lipsticks, a mini hairbrush, my wallet, a pack of gum, lotion, sunglasses, keys, perfume, a mini-nail kit, and jewelry. Yes, that is an exact inventory of what I just checked was currently in my bag.
I’ve been obsessed with Michael Kors purses in the last year. It all started when I walked into the MK store on 5th Ave. in NYC last July. I don’t own many designer-label items, nor can I afford such a luxury right now in my life. I considered impulse buying this beaut before my no-new-clothes challenge started last September, but I just couldn’t bring myself to face the price tag: $298, ick.
While going through the remaining skeletons in my closet that were once purses, I realized something: I can’t have nice things, purses at the least. As evidenced above, I just don’t treat them well enough. I would go out and buy a new one today if I wasn’t already (confession) negative in my “spendable-money.” Le sigh. Guess this one’s going on my wish list.