This hurts so much to say: my B. Makowsky purse, designed by Bruce Makowsky, was designed by a man. It’s beautiful. It is not functional. I said the following about this purse on the first day I had it in my hot little hands:
“This purse is perfect for me.” I wish.
It’s beautiful. It’s so not perfect for me. I’m still going to use it, but I have things to say that I wish I’d known before I dropped $109 on it on ebay. At least it wasn’t full-price of $209.
“The handle is comfortable….” Lies. The first two days I had to keep asking someone else to carry it for me. The rolled handle cut into my shoulder so badly that I ended up asking my fifteen-year old with a third degree sunburn to carry it. I’ve since adjusted, but flatter is better. I also carry an iPhone, a small Verizon LG flip-phone, a wallet, a small leather notepad, and $5.00 in coins. Just a mention. But I also carry these things in my other B. Mak with no problems.
“[T]he bag drapes beautifully and has the soft glove leather feel that B. Makowsky is known for; I love the minimal silver hardware.” Well, that hardware is Not Kosher. It is minimal but it is so heavy that I’m scared I’m going to knock myself out with it. It could seriously be used to defend myself. Another problem is that the bag is constructed of such soft leather that when the bag is opened, the two heavy pieces of hardware come together in the center where my hands want to be to pull out a lip gloss or something. And if I hit my hand on one of those minimal hard-wear pieces, I’m gonna feel it.
On the shoulder, reaching into the bag to grab keys or something is not easy. The strap drop may be a little too short for that (9″) given the opening and heavy hardware. Or it could be that I’m trying to reach into the bag with only one hand since the other hand is always holding something else.
“I like the non-divided interior of this bag. I can slip a purse organizer into the bottom and keep everything sorted and upright around the edges.” True. I use the Purseket and this works fairly well. I think the large purseket might have done better though. Unsure – I have medium.
“[A]nd the Shitake color” is to die for. Love it for summer. Such a nice grey-ish brown.
That’s all I have to say about that. I am in love with this purse from a distance and I still can’t keep my hands off of it. It’s soft and it has soft fringe that my fingers are constantly running through, but the design needs tweaking before it’d be perfect for me.
My other new purse is this black Bryna Nicole and it’s not been delivered yet. I’ll report on that when it gets here. It is a fringe purse for winter that I couldn’t do without.
Now, which color ruffle bag do I want: purple or orange (Texas and Illinois). This is an inexpensive bag coming in under $50, so I want it. It’s washable suede. I don’t even know how they do that. I think I’d love it in a dark gray, but that’s sold out. I’m leaning orange.
Bear in mind that I already have two purple purses: the Coldwater Creek bag (Kate doesn’t like it – “cheap” she opines) and a Merona (Target) purple clutch with a large silver hoop wrist ring that I love and use often. Deep purple is so versatile.
My question is why are the beautiful purses the expensive ones? You can say they’re not worth it, and depending on your values for “worth it,” they’re not. But if you want a soft, beautiful, well-made, lifelong kind of purse, you’re going to pay for it and then take care of it. Which is why my Rebel B. Mak is sitting in its dustbag in the closet right now. I love that purse.
My current obsessions are these:
Tod’s “D” Bag, size “Media” $1445.00.
I mean, why can’t I like this satchel for $129 from Coldwater Creek?
IT HURTS THAT YOU EVEN HAVE TO ASK.
And what about animal prints? I’m kind of in love with a Dooney & Bourke zebra print bag . . . and I’ve never, ever carried an animal print.
But don’t you think this is just simply amazing? The Dooney & Bourke leather zebra collection satchel, $275.
Or its kid sister, the Juliette Mini, $165.00? I actually want this one in mustard, which is more akin to the color of a baseball glove than yellow, but it doesn’t photograph well.
Yeah. I’m studying for the MPRE. I’m writing a memo on canine DNA, rewriting my Note (which I haven’t even re-read), and studying statistics (which book I haven’t even removed the plastic wrap from). Not shopping for purses. Just thinking about bags. Which reminds me that I need a tote for work. None of this briefcase and a purse. My manly briefcase needs a tote.
So, do I want the Fendi ‘Classico No. 4’ Leather Tote, at least right now? Don’t even ask.
Or this dark purple Yves Saint Laurent Large Muse Two tote? We’ll just go out on this one. $1295.00. If I go into a coma, for some unknown reason, and I wake up a size 2, I want this Fendi dress too, okay? Fendi not flowers.
Aside: The 14-year-old ambled in around 2p. In her pajamas. “Huh. You’re home?” Yeesss. “School was canceled?” Yeesss. That makes sense. There is, like, six inches on the ground. It reminded me of the time Kate was in third grade, probably, and she was waiting on the school bus at the end of our Michigan driveway. Mooomm, I don’t think there’s school today! “What? Of course there is.” Noooo, no one is going to school today. “Well, even if no one else goes to school today, YOU are.” She comes in fifteen minutes later. Seems a lady stopped and told her school was delayed a couple of hours for fog. So hard to believe that state calls themselves Wolverines. Or worse, Spartans.
So I walk outside. Or look outside, rather, from the garage door. I cannot wear these boots. They’re cute and suede. I promptly had to make changes which, because I love (me, you) so much, I’m going to show and tell.
The Slouchy Boots became Kamiks. We all need Kamiks. Smart-looking and weather-proof. Not warm, but you’re not walking a great distance, are you? Love my Kamiks.
The purse was changed after I got home. I noticed water spots on my bag while I was out. Because I adore this Brandy-brown B. Makowsky Rebel bag, this is unacceptable. The snow on my Kamiks melted, my purse touched my Kamiks, and I got to thinking, “What if the snow/melty-stuff/water had … salt in it from the salt-trucks?” I love this bag too much to risk unknown harm. So I’ve now transferred all my worldly goods to this purple suede bag which I picked up for $15.00 when I was Christmas shopping at Coldwater Creek for the older1 people in my life. Fif-teen dollars. It’s $48.99 at the Outlet right now.
There would have been something wrong with this purse with that outfit, though. It’s hard to see, but I am sporting a purple sweater dress.2 I just fill it out more than the woman with beautiful long hair and fifty-nine-inch-long legs. And I don’t wear that ridiculous scarf and not just because a scarf around my hips looks ridiculous. Oh, go have a kid whydoncha. And don’t carry a purple bag with that dress. This Simply Vera Wang ruched clutch in burgundy would have been a sharp choice. Man, I love that bag too . . . .
I don’t know what is up with me today, but maybe it’s passed. I need a new WordPress post category like Something Shiny or Manic Moments.
(PS) Is my “I am supposed to be writing an opening, closing, direct, cross, cross, direct, and Note” showing?
(PPS) I solemnly swear to clean that mirror one of these days.
1 There is nothing wrong with Coldwater Creek, per se. But you have to admit that if you are not very, so very I’m unwilling to do it, picky, you will look like you are headed to the nursing home, not as a visitor. I kid, ha ha. <- that is for my dear Gina who loves Coldwater Creek and asked me “What is wrong with Coldwater Creek?” when I saw her at Christmas. Stick with their solids and they have some very, um, solid choices. But all that print old-woman stuff? My own PSA – skip it.
2 My gay friend doesn’t like this dress – he’s “not a fan” of the tunic and tights look. “Honestly? It makes your hips look bigger than they are. Andthey’renotthatbig.” Why doesn’t he just shut up and stay out of my head?
Favorite moment: Gwyn’s phone rings. She answers. We all stare. Kate hits her in the head.
Gwyn storms off. Kate: Get back here. You are NOT a teenager!
Me: How’s it feel to have the power to stop an entire family’s life for 7 minutes?
(Caleb 16, Kate 18, Gwyneth (almost) 10, Corinne 14)
(PS) The Way They Were – Japan 2006 (Gwyn 7, Corinne 11, Caleb 13, Kate 15)
My Kate as Laurey in Oklahoma! July 22, 2008 (Illinois).
I’ve always teased that my children do not resemble me whatsoever. However:
Gwyneth (7) and me (5):
My friend remarked: “Wow. That is uncanny.”
It gets better.
It’s slow going settling into a new house if you’re determined to take your time. There have been some awkward decisions to make, like where do you put the office when there is no office? Or where do you put 2,000 or so books when there is no space for a library?
Office space solved and I’m actually really happy with it. I was bummed at first because this space is much more a keeping room, if you ask me. The space is right off, and I mean right off the breakfast/kitchen area with an entrance to the garage on the left.
With all this accessibility, I now have to keep my desk somewhat clean.
However, I have these great built-ins beside the fireplace which are holding assorted office supplies, and let’s face it, junk, and did you catch that? My office has a real fireplace. Love it. Now I know we’re getting the leather chair I want just as soon as Restoration Hardware starts making it again.
I finally finished The Red Tent by Anita Diamant.
I would not have said I loved it until I read the final pages but it was then that I realized it had a piece of my literary heart.
The themes of memories, healing, motherhood, the sacredness of being a woman and the world only we are privy to — perfectly woven in this tale which takes considerable license with the biblical account.
From the Prologue:
WE HAVE BEEN
lost to each other for so long.
My name means nothing to you. My memory is dust.
This is not your fault, or mine. The chain connecting mother to
daughter was broken and the word passed to the keeping of men,
who had no way of knowing.
2002: Kevin is off doing pre-war stuff in the U.A.E. and I’m alone. With the hostages. So we take off from Oklahoma City and head up to see family in Missouri. Then Chicago just for the fun of it. Stop off in Michigan to see friends (we lived there in residency) and then down to Gettysburg, Pennsylvania, and Harper’s Ferry, West Virginia.
We were going to Washington, D.C., but the sniper hit right at that time and it just didn’t seem as prudent as it did back in OKC.
Harper’s Ferry, West Virginia. They were celebrating something about the election of 1860 or the Lincoln/Douglas debates. I forget now.
At the gate, the lady asked, “You do know there’s a sniper loose, right?”
I said, “Here? Now?”
“Oh no, not here, now. There. In D.C.”
“Oh. In that case we’ll just walk real fast. We drove a long way not to stop in. Thanks for the warning.”
I know you can’t tell it, but it’s sort of raining in these photos. And while I am just about all girl, I do not melt in the rain. I rarely carry an umbrella. It’s important for me to point these things out because I have friends and not a few family members who think just because I don’t camp, I must have no redeeming value whatsoever. Well, see? I play in the rain. (I do, however, pop a trash bag over the little one there. Who needs rain coats when you have Hefty?)