I know. Sigh.
But this is important, people! Because you know how my cheap-o Marc Jacobs Stella bag knock off from Target purse got stolen in Paris? And how I was so depressed, not to mention incredibly busy cancelling credit cards and bank accounts and shit like that?
And how I decided the only way to make myself feel better was to buy a replacement bag?
And how the replacement bag showed up and was not good enough?
Well, yesterday I returned it to Neiman Marcus.
And today, well, today I (very fairly and reasonably) gave the friend who went to the Lost Handbags depository of the Parisian police and claimed my purse for me (how nice is this guy? I ask you) permission to chuck the old one away. Because he couldn't fit it in his suitcase, and he did me a huge favor and shouldn't have to listen to a lot of whining.
So you see, now I really have to find a replacement. And then I will fill it with the wallet, prescription sunglasses, digital camera, passport, and other stuff that he got back for me.
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Waitaminnit....I thought you'd joined the Compact and whatnot, and had forsaken shopping?
I'm confused.
My mom totally shops/spends out of boredom/habit, and I've SWORN I will not turn into her. I like to log the days in which I've not spent a CENT. (well, aside from water/electric/gas in car/etc.)
Damn, it's hard! And I love clothes and good design as much as the next babe!
Well, I did join the compact. And I didn't buy anything new for six months.
(Whoops, I just remembered that I bought a charm while i was on vacation.)
Then my purse was stolen.
I've been cruising eBay looking for a used version of the bag I lost, but I'm also checking new stuff.
Because the point is to get a replacement purse.
But actually, I think it's far more likely that I'll get a used Marc Jacobs bag than a new one, because I'm not seeing any new ones in this style ... I think he's over it.
But I'm not.
I thought you LOVED this purse?!? Couldn't your friend have mailed it to you? Would have been cheaper than replacing it and then you'd have Your Precious back.
Jennifer--well, I did love it. But before it was stolen, I was remarking to my husband that the zipper wasn't working well, and I was thinking about getting a different bag. And, honestly, this poor guy who got me back my stuff was only in Paris for a week and a half, and I didn't feel like asking him to mail it back. French post offices are murderously slow and inefficient and he was already doing me a huge favor.
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