My New Bag

Oh, oh! I went shopping this morning to buy a friend's little boy a present and somehow I bought myself the most beautiful Orla Kiely bag! It was reduced in a sale - but still it was more money than I have EVER spent on a bag. I don't do bags either, in fact to pay for my beautiful bag I took my purse out of my old, old bag that I've had for years. I have a couple of other old bags with which I ring the changes - but that's it.

Something must have gone to my head.

I justified it to myself as a present to cheer myself up before my scan tomorrow. I think that taking it into the hospital and subsequently taking it everywhere is just what I need. But I do feel guilty enough to leave it in its plastic cover from the shop until Rog gets back from work and agrees that I can keep it.

Wouldn't he be just a bit churlish to make me take it back? You're on my side for this aren't you?

Strangely, just as I was dithering over purchasing said bag, an old lady walked past and said out of the blue and unsolicited,
"If you can afford it and you love it, you should have it. You don't know what might be around the corner."
I took this as enough of a hint from the karma crew to scuttle off to the till clutching my bag.

I bought some clothes too - but that's another story.

Have found a way to ease those school-run, pre-scan blues. Spend some money.