The only thing good in my life is my bag

About a year ago I decided I was going to start saving up so I could have a super fabulous designer handbag for my entry into adulthood. I decided I wanted just a black, stable bag that I could wear with everything for a couple of years. I looked around and fell in love with a leather Michael Kors tote. No, MK isn't a bag company, but I love Micheal, I'm not a Coach fan and bags like Louis Vuitton and Prada are far out of my price range. Plus with MK I got to feed my outlet shopping addiction. So after a year of saving (helped along with birthday and Christmas checks from the grandparents) and a particularly excruciating Tuesday, I grabbed Fashionista and we drove to the outlet.

I absolutely love outlet malls. I love feeling like I somehow outsmarted the world and got a great deal. Like this bag. Originally $500, marked down to $349, on sale for $261. But anyway, we get to the outlet and I know the bag is there because I saw it last Christmas. It was also on sale, which put it in my $300 price range. I had originally wanted it in black, but over Christmas saw it in camel and kinda feel in love with that. So I was standing there in the store debating. Fashionista ruled out the camel because it would show flaws, but then I started to lean toward the navy. Long story short, I got the navy and it's amazing and gorgeous and I love it! It makes me feel like I've accomplished something by purchasing it. I may not have a ring, but I also don't have a baby or boy that won't let me buy it either. So there!

On the downside, until you have an expensive bag you never notice how much your bag comes in contact with...