(yes, you all are probably nodding your pretty faces saying yes, we already know this. But I am not talking about my wonderful hubs here. I'm talking about something
You see, I've been increasingly obsessed and coveting a new Coach for weeks now, so you can imagine my excitement when I noticed THE Coach bag for fall/winter (chosen upon the merits of my Coach devotion and knowledge). A black on black, mid-size hobo beauty. This bag is a mixture of classic and detail, just what I love. It looks great on me (if I must say so myself) and it's just about the perfect compromise of sizes.
And this bag looks so much better once owned. It slouches so beautifully, and now those store pictures can't compare to the beauty that is my real-true-my bag.
I’ve also noticed that I can look like a total slob and yet when I am carrying this purse suddenly it’s okay. I can go to the mall straight from the gym without hitting the shower; I still have class…see the purse.
But this bag looks so much better once owned. It slouches so beautifully, and now those store pictures can't compare to the beauty that is my real-true-my bag.
The fact that I have devoted a whole post to this bag speaks volumes (possibly about my mental health more than anything else) about how in love I am with this purse. But seriously, isn’t it just beautiful?