Kate Spade on my mind
As a butch, I slide my cards into one back pocket and my phone into the other. I don't carry purses but I have no problem admitting to a handbag fetish; I have a small collection that never leaves my bedroom. I laugh at myself (and you can too) and recognize the hedonistic guilty pleasure of them; they make me feel good.
One such bag is a Kate Spade given to me about 2 years ago. I went gaga when I saw a friend with it and she readily gifted it to me. She has more handbags than I have shoes, which is saying something, and this still looks brand new.
I had forgotten about this thread. When it popped up on my screen, I took the gorgeous cream and black bag off it's hook and opened it up. Inside? A seashell I got at a wedding that same summer and stashed in the welcoming confines of the cream and black lining.
Sigh.
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