Though not for lack of trying!
the mythical, hypothetical, perfect bag that I imagined in my head, it doesn't exist. I know. Because I dragged Mortimer's Dad into every department store and handbag store on the Magnificant Mile. Every one of them. I cam close at Coach. One was perfect (simple, cut ecolors, nice strap) but too small for what I want to put in it. And the other was perfect size wize, if a little flashy, but with a price of almost 800$, I just couldn't do it. I am not a 800$ handbag person. At least not yet.
So while Mortimer's Dad scored a stylish zippered sweater at Bloomingdales, some cool dog gifts including goggles for dogs (I am so not kidding) and cute gifts for the girls, my haul is a disposable razor and People magazine.....
tomorrow, we tour fancy houses build by famous architects. No bag will be found, but who knows, I jut may feel the need to put a downpayment on a Chicago Pied-a-Terre....
Hey, did you see Gord? He was out shopping on the Magnificent Mile also!
Posted by: Susan | May 16, 2008 at 09:04 PM
I almost wet my pants when my friend put doggles on her albino doberman at the beach a few summers ago. What a hoot!!
Best of luck with the bag search. My mom's been on the hunt for the "perfect" wallet since 1977.
Posted by: Elizabeth | May 17, 2008 at 09:14 PM