It was whispering to me saying "purchase, purchase". Even the paperbag smells good. I'm getting a high every time I catch sight of it. I swear, when Chips told me that when we get married I'm getting a complimentary credit card, my eyes lit up like freshly screwed light bulbs. I'm quite surprised that I'm on this luxury bags phase now. I just promised to get rid of more stuff from my closet. Next project, LV Damier 30 in Ebene. Such glee.
I swear, this phase couldn't have come at a worse time, in the middle of wedding plans and all. But oh well. The whifs of luxury, they give such a high. Like so.