Despite what you may have read about my money-grubbing ways, I'm really not an overly materialistic person.
I have always been attracted to unique and interesting clothing and things, the likes of which I've often found in thrift shops and bargain bins and out-the-way stores where unearthing a hidden gem is akin to stumbling across long-buried treasure.
But over the last several months there is something I have been coveting: something very beautiful and very expensive.
Despite myself, I fell inexplicably in love with a purse and though for months I rejected its siren call on the basis of cost and practicality, the wonderful staff at the job I just left reached deep into their hearts and pocketbooks to make it possible for me to satiate my yearning.
Now I don't want you to think I've lost that kinda vintage-y thing I have going for me and that I've rejected my lovely old purse.
I haven't: it's cool and funky and it has sentimental value.
But the new one?
Be still my beating heart.
