Ok, so last Friday I had about an hour to blow before an appointment. I decided to venture into T.J. Maxx (cuz I’m a Maxxinista…aren’t you?) to just, you know, poke around and see if there was anything in there that I just HAD to have.
There were, as usual, lots of great deals and I didn’t really realize when time had gotten away from me. I was about to leave when something amazing caught my eye.
THERE IT WAS ~ this beautifully embellished bohemian clutch just laying there, daring me to pick it up. I didn’t yet own one of these (majorly on trend) boho-chic clutches and I have, in fact, been eyeballing them lately.
Because I was now running late, I had to leave in a hurry. I begrudgingly released the crazy glue like grip I had on the purse.
Friday evening…Saturday all day and night..and obsessively into Sunday, all I could think about was that purse. But I couldn’t get away ~ I had a jam packed weekend.
WHY DID I NOT BUY IT when it was in my grubby little hands? WHY did I not call my Friday appointment and explain that I was simply running late due to an unforeseen (shopping) emergency?
I am, at this point, now contemplating anything that mildly resembles BOHO because I just know that “my” purse is gone:
<<< five >>> <<< six >>> <<< seven >>> <<< eight >>>
All really terrific options. I love them, but…
First thing Monday morning, there I stood, waiting for T.J. Maxx to open. I watch every employee arrive. Tick tock… TICK TOCK!
This story does have a happy ending, as I am now the proud owner of the “goes with everything!” bag.
Hiding things where they clearly don’t belong works, ladies. That’s my sneaky little tip for you.