complainingjane

It’s crazy how pampered you can feel with one item. My husband and I recently celebrated our anniversary. I had gotten him a pocket watch, since electricians aren’t supposed to wear metal, and waited anxiously for him to appraise it. We’d been talking about getting him one, and I had this one engraved. So after he opened his gift and gushed, I hesitated with my gift. I wasn’t sure what to think about his wrapping job, and I was tempted to wait until later. After some coaxing I tore into it and pulled out an adorable purse. It was COACH! I felt so loved! A friend and I had been talking about shoes and purses, and brands, and he got me a genuine Coach bag! There was a even serial number on the inside. I immediately switched everything over to this new purse and put it lovingly on my arm. I stroked the sides, since they were so soft and smooth, and played with the little charms.

We decided to head to the mall to walk around and get a caramel apple and on the way over, I had my purse sitting in my lap, stroking it. My husband joked that my purse was “my precious”, and I shot back an angry “no. I am not Gollum.” He stifled a giggle and asked if I was going to turn to my purse and whisper encouragement, “I was only talking to him, you know I didn’t mean it!” We both laughed, but I was tempted to! We got inside and even went into the Coach store in the mall. The girl in the store started talking to my husband, since she noticed he had convinced me to go in. I think I noticed a twinge of jealousy, but I’m pretty sure it was just my imagination. Though she did end up talking to me and told me about the new line coming out and didn’t chase me with a taser out of the store! I was a little shocked. We’ve walked past some stores where they have security standing by the door, that I feel poor even just looking through the windows. I definitely felt a little more protective of this bag though, and never took a hand off it.

One thing I have to deal with now, is worrying about matching my bag. I have gone out of my way the last two days to make sure that my clothes look presentable enough to carry my bag around. That I do my hair, that I am not wearing my holey jeans, and for the Broadway play we are going to I went through all my outfits to see what matched my bag! I feel so entirely pampered and loved. I am amazed that my husband would do such a thing, along with taking me to a musical. I feel a little crazy for putting so much stock into one accessory, but it’s something I had only dreamed about getting. I put it on, and feel like spinning in a circle, with a flowy skirt to be a little cheesy and for effect, just to show how entirely excited I am. Maybe it’s just the newness of it all, but I will love that bag forever. I may even want to be buried with it.

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