Me, you, and the guy in the Carhartt hat

Fashionistas, the time has come! We are officially off on our mini vacation, and i had to update you quickly with two very important things. 1. My new Prada bag will be flying by my side! I wish I could get her own seat, but you know who wouldn't support that idea. Instead, I think I'll just hold her on my lap the whole time, as we don't want her catching any infectious airplane diseases or residue on the floor. And 2. On Prada's first day out, guess who got extra dressed up for the occasion?!  The husband. And by dressed up, I mean he chose my least favorite hat. By Carhartt. That is faded grey and looks like it belongs to a grandpa. We do not appreciate this! This is supposed to be a big moment for the whole family but he had to go and ruin it with the Carhartt hat. And this inappropriate comment t 5am: "I don't even want to know where or when you got that bag." 

Now, this is odd because I specifically asked if I could get this bag back in May. He said no, and then I bought it anyways. (It was truly a once in a lifetime opportunity. I know most people use that phrase when they get into Ivy league schools or something equally melodramatic, but I reserve it for TRUE accomplishments, like a successful buy at an exclusive sale! This bag can be worn cross body AND top handle - so really - I'm topping the charts on the achievement scale.) Maybe he just remembers saying no, and I just joyfully recall the glorious afternoon I hid her in the back of the trunk until I could break the news? And maybe I forgot to break the news and just went forward with my usual scheme of "transitioning" items into the house. I had a super sly move earlier this summer where I actually utilized friend's extra big closet to store 2 pairs of shoes until the timing was "right." (Special thanks to Lulu for her discretion and her storage space.)

our first photo together - this must be love!

So, maybe this hat is karma for my sneaky ways. Now that I think about it, if the husband had asked me if he could buy this hat, I would have definitely said no! And he would have come home with it anyways. (Notice - there was no asking - this thing just showed up in my beautiful light blue, cream and chocolate schemed bedroom one day, perched on the dresser like it belonged there? I think not.) 

Prada vs Carhartt. Truly, a match (or battle) made in heaven. Wish us luck this weekend...

Broke-O for Coco

Considering this is my premiere blog post, it is with deep appreciation that I dedicate it to 1.) Coco Chanel and 2.) my latest and greatest investment: The Chanel Grand Shopping Tote. Luxurious black patent caviar leather, so shiny yet so supple and soft at the same time. The classic silver chain with perfectly shaped leather for the shoulder, to simultaneously maximize comfort and style. That treasured, cherished, honored CC logo… not tacky, but expertly blended enough to be noticeable, however (I like to think) not ostentatious. Does life get any better than the moment you are carrying this precious handbag over your shoulder? I think not.

My husband, however, begs to differ. When mentally preparing for this purchase, I half-heartedly asked him how much he thought would be appropriate to spend on a new handbag. (Keep in mind, I was shopping online, he was playing Wii, and neither of us really cared about his answer. A typical Saturday night in our home.) But when he responded $40, I nearly fell out of my chair! “Forty dollars?!?!” I shrieked. “If you ever buy me a bag for $40, I guarantee I’ll hate it!!” Mr. Generosity then upped his budget to $60. Since the conversation was clearly going down hill, I immediately burst into tears and put it to a stop.

Fast forward four days later: I come home from work, pleasantly surprised that he is not here. Perfect, I think. He is working late, and will have completely forgot that today was the day I had planned to make the BIG purchase. No such luck. Moments later, the phone rings. I hurry through the conversation, trying to keep track of what he is saying while frantically hiding my purchases. Suddenly: “How much did the bag cost?” I’ve been caught! The man who forgets nearly everything I tell him remembered about the day I was going broke-o for my Coco! I mumbled a response (I refuse to even tell you how many digits it consisted of), to which he replied, “Oh.” Not bad, I thought. Could have been better (dream response = “That’s amazing! I am so excited for you! And, since you have been working so hard, I want to buy you the matching wallet!”), but it could have been worse (nightmare response = “I want a divorce.”).

So, all’s well that ends well: I’m still married, AND I have a Grand Shopper! The only thing is, I just might not be able to afford food for the next month….