My Purse Is Sounding It’s Own Death Knell

I have this purse that I absolutely love, but it’s sounding it’s own death knell. It’s dying a slow, painful death. I am very picky when it comes to my leather handbags. It must be the right color, the leather must be like butta, it must be stylish and able to withstand all the abuse I give it. Oh, and it has to fit all my stuff. I recently found a site that carries discount Marc Jacobs handbags and I’m drooling.

I have always wanted a designer handbag, but have never been able to afford one. I have seen many supposed discount designer bags that tuned out to be fake. Who wants fake Prada when they could get the real thing for less? Do you really want to flash around your bad knock-off if you could get the actual designer purse without paying the designer prices? I am all about the discounts, baby. I do my very best to never pay full price for anything unless I have to.

My Husband really messed up my Christmas this year, so he owes me.

BIG.

I will be showing him the fabulous Rebecca Minkoff handbags I found and not so subtly hinting that he needs to buy me one to replace my purse that is dying. And it better be pretty, too. They also carry a few Prada handbags that I liked and I think I will be getting one of those as well. Or should I say that Hubby will be getting it for me?

I am leaning towards the latter.

And I’m not using one dime of my Christmas money for this.

Just sayin’.

Tags: Leather Handbags, Stupid Husband

Category: Thoughts