I absolutely adore Kate Spade bags made prior to 2004. After 2004, her designs and fabrics lose some of the whimsical charm that she became famous for. I don't have the luxury of jetting to NYC to go to her sample sales so all my buys are made on fleabay, on the cheap. Of course, there are some that are so rare that I have to sell my right kidney for and that's okay. What's one kidney when I get to prance around in a purse so uber-rare?
Why not LVs? Well, because everyone and their mama has at least one monogram brown canvas; it's like living in a sea of white shirts and black ties. Yawn. They just don't spark something inside of me that says, "Buy me!" I love the multicolore line, as well as the mini monogram. Yes, I do adore the cherry blossoms but only the papillon.
Kooba, Balenciaga, Jacobs and all the other new bags just don't do it for me. Or maybe I just don't care.
My second love is for Carrie Bradshaw and anything Sex and the City. I've probably seen all the episodes at least a thousand times, at least according to the bf that is counting the times he's been tortured into watching it. It was truly the end of the world when the show came to a halt. But now I have the movie which has had some harsh reviews but screw them. Any SATC fan knows there is more to it than just the writing. Pat Fields and her haute couture picks make the cast look like supermodels.
