Saturday, March 13, 2010

The D&B

For years I have had a love affair with the Dooney and Bourke.  When I was fifteen, I saw a magazine advertisement with Mischa Barton holding the Dooney and Bourke "It" bag and I fell in love.  I saw my first Dooney and Bourke purse in person at Bloomingdale's in New York City and I knew I had to have one.  Some day.    This seems silly, but I don't really wear makeup or have fancy clothes.  I have to fill my "girl" quota with accessories--namely shoes and bags.
The summer before I started graduate school, I worked two jobs--my day job was as a cashier at KMart, and my night job was calling students at an art school and reminding them to buy their books before classes start.  I've never worked so hard in my life, and have an extreme appreciation for people who have two jobs--it stinks!  There is no time for bassoon.  
When I finished my phone call gig, I bought myself this highly impractical bag on sale at Macy's for about $93.    I especially love the enamel heart.  However, I did feel some buyer's remorse.  It's canvas, so it has the potential to get really dirty, and I am 23 years old and the period of time where carrying a pink purse is acceptable is swiftly coming to a close. However, it always reminds me of how hard I had to work to get it, and all the fun times we've had together.  


  
Lately, I've been on pretty things hiatus.I haven't been inside a department store in months.  I haven't bought an article of clothing over $10 in a year.  I do go to Goodwill a lot, but I don't usually buy anything.  It has to be something mind-blowingly awesome.  I was in the Goodwill when I saw THIS guy:



My purse!  But in a more respectable color and in a more durable material!  I experienced two very strong emotions right at the same time--elation, to find something so gorgeous and perfect at Goodwill in my price range ($5.99-can you believe it?!), and extreme despair, that I spent $93 hard-earned dollars on a purse that I could have bought two years later for $5.99.  I (literally) raced for it, as another Goodwill shopper was eyeing MY bag, and in my fervor, I sustained a 2-inch gash on my foot from a rogue clothes rack.  I actually left it there overnight--I got to thinking that it would be nice for someone else to go into Goodwill and find something so awesome.  When I regained rational thought, I went back to see if it was still there, and bought it immediately.

I suppose the moral of the story is--good things come to those who wait and go to Goodwill every day.  

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