New Toy

I have a new toy. No, besides the new house. This arrived last week in the mail.

And, I LOVE it. Seriously, I do. I realize it's shallow and silly. I realize it's only a handbag. I still love it, I don't care.

Now, I am not in the habit of paying $258 for a purse, which is coincidentally, what this one cost. I need to say that because every once in a while my husband reads my blog. If he, in fact, thought I was in that habit I might have to explain some of my other habits which I prefer not to explain. Habits like Philosophy. Those secrets will die with me.

However, this pretty little pink piece of heaven cost me nothing. It's true. I didn't pay a dime for that beautiful bag. It's a long story- I'll try to sum up. Like two summers ago I did a "Sign up for 3 offers get this Coach bag for free" deal. Mostly because I was bored and someone said that this deal really worked and I totally didn't believe them but decided to try it. And lo and behold my bag never came. And I was not at all surprised. But then, I received some letter stating that I needed to "confirm" my address or identity or some other bull so I did. Still thinking I would never see the bag. And I didn't. But then one day last spring a letter came stating they were out of the bag so they had sent a $400 Coach gift card instead. True story.

So I have been guarding my gift card debating over which bag I would buy. When I saw the signature stripe in pink I knew it was mine. And, did I mention I love it?

I'll admit I have never understood the need to pay that sort of money for a purse. I have a gorgeous turquoise bag from Target that I paid $25 for and I get compliments on every single time I carry it. Why pay 10 times that for a purse?

I have no explanation for it. I can tell you I will own more of them, though. It's exceptionally well made, which is a huge turn on for me, it just is. I like well-crafted things. It's pink which is pretty much enough for me to love it, which I do, by the way. But it's more about the way it makes me feel when I carry it. And that scares the crap out of me. A handbag effects the way I feel? I think I feel important carrying a $250 purse. Yikes, estrogen is some whacked out stuff.