I have been experiencing a bit of a frock drought at my local op shops lately.
I did manage to unearth one of my wish list items though (no, unfortunately not the unicorn!) with this new to me purple cardie.
I am loving this shade and pussy bow style with its 40's feel and am sooo happy with how many clothing items I can team it with.
My cherry print skirt has exactly the right purple shade and I can't even explain how happy that makes matchy-matchy me.
Despite the dress shortage, I am having a veritable deluge of other pretties.
I have been a bag lady from way back and can't seem to say no to a pretty bag.
I have absolutely no will power when it comes to chocolate or handbags and so have accumulated a few (Cough! Cough!) over the years.
They are everywhere in my house. In tubs. Under beds. On shelves.
I even have them hanging on walls as decor items.
Yes, behind that chair is an ever growing wall o' bags!
I think that they may even be breeding.(Yeah, that must be it. Every night there is a handbag orgy going on. It could happen.)
But I love having different bags for every outfit, mood or situation.
Recently my lovely mother-in-law gifted me not one but two amazing vintage bags from an antique fair she had attended.
She knows me and my addiction too well!
So sparkly! It would take a much stronger woman than I to resist a blinged up bag!
This one takes me back to my childhood and loving nothing better than raiding my Nana's wardrobe and playing dress - up. I used to covet a white bag of Nana's just like this one.
And so, being me, these two beauties weren't enough. I needed more! More!
I couldn't resist this wee lovely from eBay with its soft, soft leather and red clasp.
(I was a bit ticked off though that the seller failed to mention the rips in the lining. Hmmmm. Oh well, the old girl is a bit ragged but still so pretty.)
And how could I not bring home this sweet little cane number. I couldn't just leave it at the op shop all lonely and unloved!
So, it is pretty clear to me that as well as my capelet obsession I have a very serious hand bag addiction. Serious serious! Group therapy serious. Maybe even shock therapy serious!
Is there a support group for those loving handbags a little too much?
Would anyone else like to join?
(I have just had a rather comforting thought. It is not an addiction but a collection. That sounds better doesn't it. Oh lawd, that sort of denial is exactly what a true addict would say. I need help!)
Oh look! There is me. With another handbag!!!