First of all, I’m in absolute lust over this bag. I can’t stop petting it. Dexters getting jealous. When I found it dangling in the window of a consignment shop in town I let out a little gasp. Michael Kors? In a consignment shop? It was almost as good as eating the very last bite of creme brulee with all the crunchy topping.
Turned out, the bag was 100% authentic with tags, brand new (retailed at $398) and was found at some estate sale in LA. So, when the woman who owned the consignment shop told me she would give it to me for $69, I nearly had a heart attack! I haven’t really mentioned my handbag obsession on the blog much, but it’s there. Oh, it’s there.
So I did what any girl would do. I said a little prayer then snatched up this bag as fast as I could and declared it the best day on God’s green earth. Sixty nine dollar red leather Michael Kors bags don’t come around every day, you know.
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I’ve got a kindle, Victoria’s Secret perfume, licorice salt water taffy, a larabar, ibuprofin, a dry cleaning receipt, white flower oil (for headaches), lip gloss, a cracked iphone (help), a brush, sunglasses and wallet.
What’s currently in your purse?