As I mentioned in one of my early blog posts, I grow very tired of people deciding that I am a tomboy and not like other women my age. Any of the people who have been forced to suffer through my crying or crazy hormone driven rants can tell you that I am a lot more girly than I appear on first sight.
For instance, I love purses.
No really, I love them.
About two years ago I bought a Coach purse on eBay. I love that purse with every fiber of my being. Perhaps more than I even love my cat. Okay. Not really that much…but I do like it a lot. Due to my deep rooted affection for my first Coach item, I was absolutely devastated when I learned that it had developed some thread-bare spots. I mean, sure, the bag was still wearable, but it certainly is looking tired from overuse and I knew it was time to go shopping.
So I called up Florence, queen of the outlet shoppers.
The girl has purses. Apparently, a lot of them.
She told me on the car ride to the mall that she had been considering just giving me one of her purses since she had so many!
It was a generous offer, but I really wanted to shop….I had the itch.
Outlet shopping is insane. People run around, nineteen purses attached to their arms and really, they looked mean. I like purses, but I’m not going to tackle you for one. These women would kill you for a wristlet.
I’m not even joking.
It’s really easy to get sucked into their world though. Before long, I started to look just like them:
I really do look like them…I even have a Paul Frank iPhone cover….
Don’t freak out too much guys. While I certainly could have picked out three purses just for myself, I went in only for one. The other purses were for my mom and sister. On my way out of the house yesterday morning, I e-mailed my sister and asked her if she would be interested in a Coach purse for Christmas, since I was going to the store and I have no idea what to get her this year. She seemed eager, as I don’t think she’s gotten a new purse in quite some time. The problem with the whole plan, I learned, was that while I know my style well, I don’t know my sister’s style at all. I picked out my purse in about 5 minutes (it’s the one on my shoulder in the left of the above picture), but it took me nearly an hour of pacing around the store to figure out what to do for my sister.
I really didn’t want to be the bearer of a crappy present that she hated, so I finally just decided that the best course of action would be to take pictures of purses, e-mail them to her and then have her pick out her Christmas present. It seemed simple enough.
Unfortunately, she kept getting sidetracked.
“Oh! Is that you wearing jewelry?! Oh…no…it’s your friend. This is so cool…it’s like we’re on a virtual shopping trip together! Yay!”
Okay. Really. Tell me what purse you want so I can buy it already!
Eventually we got it all figured out.
My sister got the purple bag.
My mom got the brown leather one. I know. It looks black. A better shot of it is above.
I got the cute mini messenger bag:
I love being a girl. And buying purses!
If all of that purse love wasn’t enough, my friend Florence felt bad that she had missed my birthday and she bought me a gift while we were at the store. She said she could tell I was enjoying myself and that I would appreciate something else.
I love wristlets!
(I really need better lighting in my house…my purse photo shoot does these beauties no justice!)
While we were at the mall we decided to grab a food court lunch. We both wound up getting beef bowls at the Korean BBQ stand:
I also got a tea:
It was kind of too sweet for my taste, but I drank it anyway. I was thirsty.
We shopped for a couple more hours and then Flo decided to take me to her favorite FroYo place. I never turn down a chance to eat frozen yogurt, so I let her lead the way. The place was called “Blush” and it is in a shopping center near her house. I sampled the Pumpkin and Blush (pomegranate + dragon fruit) flavors before settling on the Blush. It was one of the best froyo flavors I’ve ever tasted. They have a menu item called a “Blush Parfait”, which is blush froyo, granola and two fruits of your choice. Both of us decided to get that as our dessert for the evening.
Holy moly that was a lot of dessert!
I got raspberries and blackberries as my fruit, Florence got raspberries and pomegranate arils.
After dessert Florence drove me back to Dublin/Pleasanton BART and I headed back into the city. It was so fun to have a girls day out and we vowed to go outlet shopping again soon.
If I had it my way, I’d go today!
Is there any particular clothing item or accessory that you go nuts over? Or do you hate shopping?