During my trip home last month, I happened upon the most adorable purse I'd seen in a very long time. It was quite convenient that I actually needed a new purse, because I wanted an excuse to buy it. Unlike other times I have used the word "need", this time I actually mean it in the most literal sense. I had only three other purses to my name: one that was beat up and dirty, another that I had carried for over a year!, and another that was too 2006 trendy and just not cute anymore. So I needed this light yellow, soft leather satchel with its chain straps. Needed it.
And since buying it, I have taken such good care of it, never letting it touch the ground, tucking it under my coat in the rain, and keeping it far, far away from anything that might soil it in any way. Until last Saturday. I did think twice before taking it to the ball game . . but I didn't feel that I had a choice (see above purse options). So I grabbed it and promised myself it would stay on my lap, safe from any beer or ketchup-y ballpark hotdogs. After the game had ended, it appeared I had been successful. The purse was in perfect condition!
And then we ventured to the bars. Ugh. And it would've been one thing if the bars had been chill and relaxed, but instead we found ourselves among the clubs of Balti.more's P.ower Plant Live, and everywhere you looked things were already getting out of control. You know, with all the classy people running around. I love to dance, but this was not my idea of a good time. Then again, neither was a longer walk in my not-so-comfortable shoes. Although the dancing was moderately fun, it was a good reminder of why club-going is not a regular activity of mine: the grinding, the poles, the beer spilling, the private things being done in public places. Gross. Dirty. Can we please go home?!
Once home, I saw that, despite my best efforts to keep my purse away from any alcohol, it had gotten wet and picked up the dye from my dark jeans. I want to cry. Because it was so not worth it! And I'm afraid it won't come out. And I paid a lot for this purse. And . . *crying*.
I'll be taking it to the shoe repair shop today. Those guys work with leather a lot and perhaps they can do a miracle with my pretty purse.