I trust that my slower readers have caught up today and that after this morning’s gorging on free coffee and carbs you are all properly balanced between that caffeine rush and the carb coma.. so I thought it safe to blog once again. And what a better way to break the ice (much better than with the snow shovel I had to use this morning!) than a Handbag themed post.
What the wonderfully witting and so very chic (check the Burberry) Rachel over at
Sippy Cup Chardonnay did not know when she tagged me is that I’m cheap sure but for a reason. I save loads of scratch to itch my shoe and handbag obsessions! I’ll spare the gluttonous details of my market trolling in Italy this past summer. So here are the rules of bag tag:
1) “Post a picture of whatever bag you are carrying as of late. No, you cannot go up to your closet and pull out that cute little purse you used back before you had kids (DAM!). I want to know what you carried today or the last time you left the house.”
Okay I’m so proud to report that I no longer am forced to carry a “diaper” bag. Though I did use a cute Nicole Miller bag for the last 2 years, it got a bit.. um ‘used’ looking shall we say? These days I’m caring the bag my teen aged son calls “a body bag” as in you could fit a body in it. He’s soooo funny huh? (Cheeky little poop!)…I love that I can put my water bottle in the side pockets when I hit the gym (all too often these days those pockets are empty, bad girl). Sure it’s so big that things enter only to be lost forever, Bermuda triangle style, but I can also use it for self defense.. should I feel threatened I can just club the hell out of the person with it! So with out further description I’ll let my Dolce and Gabana speak for itself.. ta da
Rachel added to this “rule” and put a picture of the inside of her bag. Her theory being you can learn a lot about someone from what is in the bag.. oh and she wants to steal mommy secrets she doesn’t already know about. Sorry sweetie no secrets here.. BUT I’d love for you to work your Freud on the contents of my bag.. tell me what does this say about me? (cringe)
2)” I want to know how much it cost:) And this is not to judge. This is for entertainment purposes only. So spill it. And if there is a story to go along with how you obtained it, I’d love to hear it.”
Okay the story is I have NO idea how much it cost. Hubby bought it for me.. well trained aint he?!
3)” Tag some chicks. And link back to this post so people know why the heck you’re showing everyone your diaper bag/non-diaper bag.”
Now to the tagging.. and I’m SO GLAD there is not a stipulated number of people who have to be tagged.. BONUS!
I first tag Mariana Howard over at Calliope’s Hangover. This is a bit of nepotism. Mariana is one of my very bestest bffs (lord did I just use a text term, shame). BUT I think we’ll all be interested to see what the tre chic Manhattan-ite, transplant to Staten Island, puppy mommy has in the bag babe!
Second, I tag my bloggy mentor the fantabulous Laural over at Laural Out Loud. She has recently had a BIG life change, I wonder if her new foray into the SHAM world has gotten Momma a brand new bag, Ha (but not HA, like ha…but like James Brown HHaa!)
Third, We all know what kind of Apron this Goddess wears.. now we’d like to see if the matching gloves come with an equally matching bag.. so I tag Julia over at Apron Goddesses.
And because I’m pretty sure she is too busy plotting her comically evil take over of the publishing world and the blogosphere to participate in things as trivial as handbag gossip. And because her last name feeds the inner Trekkie dork in me, I tag Anna Lefler over at Life Just Keeps Getting Weirder… live long and prosper you Gene Shallot channelling fool you.
On a side note, because I can’t spell I looked up the proper spelling of Gene Shallot’s last name. I have to note here that I was amused and intrigued that it is in fact spelled Shallot, like the onion of French fame. Which gets me to wondering if “The Onion” of online fame is in fact a portal to the other side from which Gene himself still communicates with us…(insert creepy Japanese horror flick sound track here)