Bag lady

 

 

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.

BAGS!

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!!!