The Happiest Idiot on Bourke Street – My First Designer Handbag
The first time I even thought of buying a insanely expensive tampon/lipstick carrying sack (which is essentially what a handbag is) was when Ms P introduced me to a little thing called My Net Sale.
“So basically you save a couple of grand if you do it this way” she said circling the stunning Givenchy handbag with the mouse.
“But even then you’re still paying two k for a bag.” I said not understanding how any rational human being could justify spending so much money on one item.
“Think of how much money you spend on stupid shit like going out, cab charges, coconut oil…and then think about how much you use your handbag.” She reached over and grabbed her Mulberry tote off the chair and put it in my lap.
It was soft yet durable with gold hardware that looked like magnificent jewels and the smell…oh the smell was unbelievably divine.
“Coconut oil is a necessity” I mumbled carefully placing the bag to the side.
“And so is a fabulous handbag” she replied.
I went into David Jones about one hundred and eighty seven times before I actually bought a bag online. At first it was just to look, then it was to compare.
As soon as I tore away the bubble wrap the glorious smell of leather escaped from the box…
I paused several times before carefully releasing my child from the cloth case.
The girls each had a go at holding it before I turned to them, an expression of mock seriousness on my face.
“Can I just have a moment with the bag please?”
They left and I sat there in silence looking at the bag perched on the end of my bed.
Coat Zara: $100
Top: Target $20
Skort: Borrowed off Ms B $0
Shoes: I can’t believe I’m admitting this to you.
Shoes: Rivers $15 (Rip off Tony Bianco’s)