tiggerprr’s scratching post

It’s so startling, I may get kicked out of the Girl Club, forever. I am almost, ashamed. It’s so embarassing, I’ve put off blogging about it for over 10 days. But I can no longer deny the event occurred and must bare my soul to you now.

Like most females, I have a problem with handbags. I love them. I want them in all sizes, colors, makes, models, brands. I have tons of them, yes with matching wallets. If your husband or significant other is like mine, he doesn’t understand the need to have coordinating accessories. This is why, more often than not, WE dress them for special occasions, isn’t it? I digress, this isn’t my confession. If it were, there would be a resounding “Well Duh!” heard round the world.

For a lot of gals, me for sure, the Holy Grail of Handbags is the Coach bag. Any. Coach. Bag. Despite my love for them, I’ve never bought one. I just could never bring myself to do it. Much like Ralphie in “A Christmas Story”, I’d drag poor hubby to the Coach store every time we’re at the mall and I’d dream of having one.

You see, my anniversary was on December 1st. It was our third anniversary, which means that it’s the “leather” anniversary. I bought him the shoes that he keeps looking at but never buys for himself. (Real exciting, huh?) This is what he did for me…and is the heart of my confession:

The husband, took me to the Coach store and told me, “Just pick one.” That “WHAP” sound you just heard was husbands around the world smacking their foreheads, in unison. I froze. “Nooooooo!!!”, I say. “Yes!”, he says. Immediately, I am thinking of all the things we “need” for our house, the cat condo I would like to get our cats, you know the drill. He insists. So I circle the store, admiring, but it’s different this time. I know I can have any one of them, any. one. at. all. So I have to confess, I COULD NOT DECIDE! I am an utter failure at being a Handbag W****. I should be shot. After all those years of coveting, when faced with getting exactly what I want, I couldn’t do it. I feel like the anti-girly girl.

But the story happily doesn’t end there. He took me not only to that store, but the other Coach store, Dillards and Belks with the same restriction: “Any one you want.” We finally ended up back at the first Coach store, and I came home with my new purse! I got one in a color I don’t normally get, in a much larger size than normal, because I’ve been wanting a “mom purse” that will hold more stuff. I’m very happy with it… and here it is:

That’s gotta be good for a year’s worth of lovin’, don’t you think? I can’t wait for Christmas!

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