Okay, I think my pulse literally just accelerated times one hundred million. This purse from Aldo reminds me so much of a Vera Wang bag I’ve been eyeballing, it could be its bag twin! Well, it’s certainly not a knock-off — there’s enough of a difference there to make it an entirely separate bag. But it has the lethal black-and-brown color combination by which I’ve been hypnotized! And it’s . . . well, considerably less than the one I’ve been obsessed with, waiting and waiting and waiting for it to go on sale. Of course, it never does.
I don’t know what it is with the black-and-brown bag. I was taught from the age of, oh, five that there are a few colors that should never — under any circumstances — be matched together. Like navy blue and brown. Yellow and brown. Red and brown. Well, I’m sensing a pattern here . . . brown just isn’t really a great color partner. Sure, it looks great with whites, bright blues and even pink, but black? Negative. Fashion travesty.
Again, I’m certainly no fashionista, but I like to think I have a basic understanding of what will get me shamelessly made fun of by my friend and coworker Brandon. And black and brown together would (normally) do it.
But there’s something about this bag! I love it. I. Love. It. I have to have it. But I also need to really watch what I’m spending right now, what with the unstable economy and all . . . So torn, so torn . . .
Okay, I’m already back to the Dooney obsession. This is what happens on pay day Fridays at work — we’re all shopping like crazy. Not that I’m actually prepared to quite shell out the $195 (plus shipping) for this gorgeous pink purse, but I can dream about it!
I love the quilt pattern to this one . . . and, of course, my eye goes straight to anything pink. I’m going to compile a list of all the handbags I’m drooling over so I can make an informed decision when I decide I’m really ready to hand over my plastic for a new one.
My only apprehension in purchasing a “fancy purse” (aside from the obvious cost) is the serious fear of actually damaging the bag in my standard, run-of-the-mill traipsing about town. I’m in and out of my car carrying cans of soda, newspapers, magazines, other totebags, and my lunch so frequently, I hate having to think about whether or not I have newsprint on my hands before I close my fingers around the pristine, gorgeous white straps of a precious Dooney or other such fancy purse. Much to my sister’s chagrin, I’m all about the ease and comfort of what I’m wearing — it needs to look fashionable for work but stay in place, stay clean and stay unwrinkled for as long as possible. I demand the same of a handbag. And when I’m constantly worrying about whether or not the oil from my own fingers will discolor the handle of my purse — which is usually overflowing with random stuff — I consider this quite an inconvenience.
But that doesn’t mean I’m not going to buy it.
I have total purse lust — but I’m getting discouraged while searching for my next Dooney. I’m telling you, these Dooney & Bourke bags are like crack. I received my first one as a birthday gift from my mom when I turned 20, and I went out and bought the pink rope patterned bag as a treat to myself this past spring. I figured I was working really hard, I had some extra cash and I’d been lusting over this pink purse for far too long. I just realized I’ve never actually taken a picture of it, which is a travesty. I’m going to correct that later! It’s gorgeous!
So this yellow purse — the “girly bag” motif, as it were — is my new obsession. My sister has a wristlet with blue and pink details, and I’m dying for a green one with pink details (hearts, I suppose). I can’t find it. I saw it months ago on the Dooney Web site and now, mysteriously, it has vanished. Along with my rope pattern. Along with several other patterns I’d been salivating over!
I’d start to go the Ebay route, but I’m afraid of what I might wind up with if I try and order a Dooney online. I guess I’m a purse snob. I don’t know. All sorts of excellent bags and bargains are to be had on QVC, though. I’ve started to crack and buy more than a few from there, but decided I need to hold firm until I find the bag. My pink and green girly bag.
The search continues . . .
Yes, I have very exciting news. Not only did I find the aforementioned green-and-pink bag combo, I found an even more exciting purse — a brown girly bag! Yes!
Must . . . resist . . .