Menopause does crazy things to a gal. I mean REALLY crazy things.
My sister-in-law Lila and I spent a couple of days and too much money together, and I walked away from Boston with a fucking Vera Bradley bag.
The hell?
Seriously, I think there is transdermal crack cocaine saturing those paisley and plaid monstrosities. A week ago, I was going on and on to a friend about how those purses are both too expensive AND completely unattractive.
If you happen to live in an area of the country where teenagers and young professionals have not latched on to the orgiastic preppiosity that is Vera Bradley, count yourselves lucky. Where I live now, everyone carries one.
And I am like a little lamb to the preppy, preppy slaughter.
In my defense, my little laptop fits perfectly into my new bag. And if our adoption happens anytime in the next DECADE, it will make a nice little mommybag.
Um.
And it's washable?
Oh, fuck it. I'm turning into an old lady, alright? I'm gonna get a housedress and start keeping up with my stories.
Rock that church tote, Gran'ma. Rock it! You could stash three or four bags of hard candy, or four or five thrift store coffee cups in that thing, easy.
Posted by: An Beppe | Thursday, 27 July 2006 at 11:24 AM
I am about to succumb to the ever dreaded Croc. I am always commenting that they are ugly as sin and I would never own a pair but today I tried on a pair but didn't buy them yet since they didn't have the color I wanted. In my defense I been having problems with plantar fascitis and these are the flip flops not the big ole clogs. By the way the bag is cute...uh oh Iam beginning to feel the attraction. Gotta close this window......
Posted by: cary | Thursday, 27 July 2006 at 10:27 PM
What, An' Beppe? Not only am I an old lady, but I'm an old lady to steals stuff from thrift stores?
Yeah, that sounds about right.
Posted by: Bettie Bookish | Thursday, 27 July 2006 at 11:51 PM
I just had to laugh at this because the exact same thing happened to me. My regular ol' black purse looked ridiculous sitting next to all the colorful Vera Bradley's at my last Bunco get-together. -For a few days I bragged about how I'd bucked the trend, then when no one was looking I threw down my $50 bucks just like everyone else. Dangit.
Posted by: Marlo | Friday, 28 July 2006 at 10:07 PM
Oh I hate those ugly damn bags! Marketing. Reminds me of the many times I have come home from the flea market wearing accessories - heart shaped sunglasses with rhinestone accents, a complicated up-do tool, costume jewelry, fake J. Lo. perfume - that I really would only wear AT the flea market. It seemed like a good idea at the time...
Posted by: Stepblog | Wednesday, 02 August 2006 at 01:19 PM