We've all got our quirks. Our things.
Miranda's thing was trashy gossip magazines. Charlotte's thing was channeling Elizabeth Taylor. Samantha's thing was sex with random strangers. Carrie's thing was shoes (like you had to ask).
My thing? Handbags. Oh how I love handbags!
This ... let's call it an obsession ... began in university. I was moving away from the backpack and moving into couture territory when it came to what I'd carry my stuff in. And I was always pretty open-minded when it came to the handbags I purchased ... the more different, the better. I remember buying a purse with a sequined cowgirl holding a lasso embroidered into the side. It fuckin rocked. Come to think of it, I still have it.
Going to grad school downtown meant I took the subway and the closest place to park my car was at a mall. One day, I somehow managed to find myself wandering through a very high-end store (the type where I would walk straight through the clothing section because buying clothes where the base price is $400 ... for one item ... is just a teensy bit out of my price range). Taking this detour was not a good idea because I dropped thousands of dollars there just on handbags. My first designer purchase was a Kate Spade "yes/no" handbag which I LOVE and is one that I've had people literally stop me to ask me about it. Usually the question was, "Does it say yes (or no) on the other side?" Man, I love that purse. I bought a few Coach bags from there. A Burberry bag. When I went to Italy in 2005, I bought a Furla bag in Sicily and a few other funky handbags as well. But my biggest splurge (and I blame a bad break up over this one) was a Prada bag I spent nearly $1000 on.
Let's just say that after that Prada purchase, I've fanned my handbag flame to more reasonable heights.
So the handbags? It's my thing. Yes, I've spent ridiculous amounts of money on them, but my defense is that I can wear them and wear them and wear them. It's not like an article of clothing that will actually get worn out if I wear them and wear them and wear them. I've gotten A LOT better at keeping the handbag obsession at bay. And besides ... I've got lots of pretty ones to keep my want at a minimum.
On an unrelated note, I had the best fucking sausage today at lunch.
"It was long, pink ... perfect."*
But seriously, it was so delish. My board had an early release day which meant the kiddies got to fuck off at 12pm, which meant (hooray!) I didn't have to teach in the afternoon. I went to this Italian bakery near my school and ate there with a friend from work. I ordered the "special" which consisted of a sausage (salivating just thinking of it), a meatball, green beans and broccoli. I kind of laugh whenever I go to eat Italian food. I eat Italian food everyday. So why am I paying to eat it? To make up for this, I had sushi for dinner. Spicy tuna. Yum.
*I'm not a pervert, I just like to quote SATC from time to time.
