I like purses.
They are probably my one "big" indulgence. I still have the very first purse I ever was given when I was around 3; navy blue corduroy, with a little leather strap. It was a vital part of my ensemble when I would go on walks around the block with my Granny and we would collect leaves, flowers, rocks and I would stick them in my purse for safe keeping til I got home and could organize my loot. Now it is safely stashed away in my memory box along with favorite books and tiny shoes and a favorite stuffed animal.
Then in my teens, I graduated to all kinds of colorful, patterned, glitzy bags big and small and had Rubbermaid bins that I stored them in since there was such an abundance. When my family went to New York I thought I had died and gone to heaven on Canal Street where you can buy designer knock offs for cheap. Eventually though, I outgrew them and gave them away to some high school girls at my church who were happy for the freebies.
Now, I actually have some very nice designer purses that I love. Joe has seriously spoiled me in that way - and I am totally enjoying that cause I'm sure when kids come that will change. The only problem is, since they are more expensive than the trendy ones I could run into Target and grab, I feel obligated that they should be serviceable FOR.EV.ER. and match any and all seasons/clothes/colors etc. This means that I have had to tamp down my instincts to want the colorful bags and choose the sensible black and browns. But I miss the colors. I miss the fun.
Anyway, I was browsing online today, and I saw the pretty thing above (Kate Spade Westbury Opus-Drawstring in leather) and instantly like the cobalt-y blue color. Ahhh... maybe one day.
What're some of your favorite things to treat yourselves to?
And also, I hope you are enjoying your Labor Day - I know I am!! 12:30pm and I'm on my second cup of coffee still in my PJ's! Not too shabby!