Why I Carry A Cheap Purse When I Have A Louis Vuitton In My Closet

There are a lot of things in life that we just can’t pass up. Like free ice cream. Like a 50% off coupon for your favorite makeup. Like a close parking space.

For me, it’s a steal on a purse. Ever since I had to buy a Louis Vuitton purse, I feel I have to make restitution. I craved having that purse. I lived in Washington, DC, and all the other business women had one. Wanted it. Got it. Never liked it.

In my early adult years, I couldn’t see the need for more than one purse. I’d find one I liked,  used it, and threw it away when it fell apart. Sort of like my relationships. Now I’m older and I feel vindicated when I can find a purse that I truly like and pay pennies for it. I think I’m frugal. But, maybe, I just lowered my standards. Don’t judge.

When I’m not throwing away a crap-load of money on purses I don’t like while shopping, I like to shop at Claire’s. Man, how I wish there would have been a store like that when I was a kid. It would have been the perfect store for my Mother to have used up all her ‘No, you can’t have it’ sayings. Now, I don’t pass up a chance to peek in and see what’s new. They have had some awesome polishes over the past couple of years. And even when I spend time in there just browsing around, no one has ever asked me if I’m with my granddaughter. No, I don’t have one and, I’m shopping for my twelve-year-old self, thank you!

Here’s my latest trophy purse…

A mixture of zebra stripes, snake skin, metallic and hardware, all in one. Now that’s a bad-ass bag!

This is what makes me feel more like a bad-ass…

$13.00???!!! No! I didn’t spend $13. It was HALF OFF THAT!!! Yep, 50% off all clearance over $10. A whole ‘gotta eat Raman noodles for a month’ payment of $6.50. Take THAT, Mr. Vuitton!

Next…

I polish my nails at the dining room table. Kayla, or any of the cats for that matter, are NOT allowed on the table…

Help yourself, Kayla. Oh, I understand, completely, that it gives you a better vantage-point for lizard hunting…

And, if the table was OK, maybe the baker’s rack will be too…

And, just for the hell of it, she’ll sit in the foil roasters too (Kayla didn’t step into it. I think she realized just how far she was pushing her luck)…

OK. Nothing here fun. I’ll go back to the couch. Uhhmmm…Kayla? Don’t do that any more, OK? (Said in my pathetic stern voice.)

I really don’t have the heart to scold her, since she was at Petsmart for months.I can easily dust and clean the table and rack. But, I’ll do that after I serve her kibble snacks and rub her tummy. I’m delighted to be a push-over for Kayla.