was the price tag on a purse I saw today at TJMaxx. I first saw one for $899, and I thought that was high until I saw the other one!! The more expensive bag was an Yves St. Laurent, and I must say, it was beautiful and the craftsmanship and leather were exquisite. But I simply cannot imagine paying $200 for a purse, let alone $900 or $1100. Even if I were as rich as a Rockefeller, I couldn't do it.
I remember walking in Rome on a street that ended at a well-known plaza (with steps, the name escapes me at the moment). There were quite a few eponymous shops there, named for the famous designers whose wares they carried. Even the least expensive, smallest purses in their windows were priced at $1400. When I buy a purse, I am hoping it will last me at least ten years. I suppose at $1400, divided out over the span of that many years, it wouldn't be so terrible to spend that much - but - what if I didn't really like it enough to carry it for years? I know I have talked about this before on the blog, so bear with me.
So, since no purse there under $150 caught my eye, I left and went to another shop where I have had good luck in the past finding a bag I like. Guess what? No luck there either. Everything had too much extraneous metal on it; metal that served no purpose at all. Stuff like that scratches easily and makes a purse old before its time. Leather can be polished, but cheap metal cannot. Dangles, tassels, studs, grommets and the like are the same way, and they get old looking quickly. So, I suppose I will go on carrying the bag I bought two years ago, which I don't really like. It's good for travel (a cross-body strap) but not efficient for daily use. I can never find anything in it without taking it off over my head and removing most of the contents.
No clothing caught my eye either; or if it did, they didn't have it in my size or it looked like it belonged on a chubby old woman (which I am, but don't want to dress like one.) Ronni Bennett will chastise me for saying "old woman", but it fits me today.
My mother use to go to the malls with me when she came here to visit. Year by year I saw her tiring sooner and shopping less and less. Eventually, she plopped down on a bench and waited until I finished my shopping, seldom venturing into a shop. Now I know how she felt. I was out for about 2 1/2 hours and I simply didn't want to do it any longer. Maybe if I had been successful in finding something I wanted, my energy level would have kept pace with my mind - but it didn't. I eschewed going to the mall for one last try....maybe Monday..or after Christmas. Yeah, that's the ticket!
In case I don't get back here again before the 25th, I wish you and your family a very Merry Christmas or Happy Holidays, if that suits you better. I hope all of you get exactly what you want (or need), and that you remember from Whence it came - and be grateful for it.