Help. I'm missing a missing handbag. (YES, you read that right). It has been more than a month.
Where can it be? I’ve searched high and low for it. Where I keep my handbags. Nope. Where I keep my shoes. No luck there. My closet. No. My chest of drawers. Not there. Under the bed (in case I somehow kicked it off the bed in my sleep or something..). No. Inside my other bags. No such luck. My luggage. Nada. My laundry basket (just in case). Only laundry. My car. Not there either. I’m sure I didn't leave it anywhere public.
It is black nappa leather with apple green lining and gunmetal hardware - double Fs placed upside down forming a rectangle with apple green in between. A simple shoulderbag. It's hardly practical because it isn't roomy. Girls like to carry massive bags that can fit everything thinkable from safety pins to makeup bag to notepads to painkillers to pepper spray to bottled water to kitchen sink. Which could conveniently double up as a weapon to brutally whack assailants when the need arises.
But that isn’t the point.
The point is -- I love that bag. Despite its little-ness and impracticality. Despite using it at most twice a month. Despite not being the handbag du jour (that's to you hollaback boi :p). I love it because 1. it's mine 2. I love the apple green 3. I think it's timeless. All that's left of it is the dustbag. What a sad and pitiful sight. My Baguette!! Where is it? Any ideas? It's driving me crazy...
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4 comments:
this is so sex in the city so kewl.
hollaback boi
yah loh im sooo sad..
tell u wat.. u buy me one, i buy u one.. fair? heheheee
jumpinontheBW
no this is so annoyin :(
thank god dah jumpa!!!
pretty
pretty anon
heheheee...
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