I have only once before had a proper handbag. I am not au fait with fashion. Never have been, and after a very close shave with Trinny & Susannah, never will be.
Practicality is always a winner in my book. The most I have ever spent on a handbag was £8. I keep them till they fall apart and then I buy another. Read it and weep fashionistas.
When I was pregnant with the 5 year old The Husband bought me a little black Prada handbag. It was lovely. But, a practical handbag when out and about with a baby it was not. With only room for a sample size nappy cream and a pocket pack of wipes it was kicked to the curb. I do believe it fetched a nice sum on ebay and I am often reminded by The Husband of the handbag I snubbed.
Purses, again have followed the same trend, under a tenner and enough room for a few golden coins and my extensive range of points cards.
The turning point was on the way home from our holiday in Italy. At Marco Polo airport, in Venice, I saw the most divine Guess purse. It was 50 EUROS. Slapping myself around the face, twice, I went back to riding the magic staircase (escalator) with the 4 year old for fun.
I thought about that purse for a long time.
Clearly this was my ‘awakening’ because a week later, on the Seaworld blogger trip in Florida, Kerry showed me her new purse. A Marc Jacobs, bright orange purse of absolute beauty. I won’t tell you how much it cost because it made me choke on my Mountain Dew. I found myself getting quite attached to Kerry’s purse. One night, at dinner, she spilt a bit of water on it and I found myself having difficulty sleeping that night. My first question the following morning in the hotel foyer was “Is the purse alright?”
Onto the Florida Premium Outlets. There were massive discount all over the place, I spent a long time in GAP soaking up their 70% discounts.
Liz was like a woman possessed, she just disappeared from view. Later I bumped into her and she gave me some shopping tips, including something about free cookies, and disappeared again.
As I walked round I could already sense that my suitcase was going to be bulging on my way home. We all split up and went on our separate missions. Mine was simple, to find a nice purse. I went in nearly every shop, but alas. I started wondering if I could just don a balaclava and steal Kerry’s beautiful purse instead. Unfortunately there were no balaclavas either …
With time ticking I saw the Guess shop. And then it happened. I found it, a beautiful purse … and then I found the bag too. $66 dollars for both, that would be 43 shiny golden coins to you and I. The rest is history.
I spent the remainder of the trip stroking my purse and my handbag, much to the boredom of my fellow bloggers.
The husband is hoping that because of my ‘awakening’ that this is a sign that I’ll start looking after myself a bit more.
Maybe I will … I do still need a nice balaclava.