12.04.2008
Ways in which I'm not my mother's daughter
My mom has deemed me unfashionable for NYC. Upon a recent visit, she said, "You're in NYC for goodness sake! You should be carrying a proper bag!" I never did find a functional, elegant carryall for work, so she left me with one of hers:
Sheepishly, I actually tried to sport it to work for 2 days this week. But after furtively attempting to hide it behind my usual junk carryall,
every time I spied a coworker, like this:
I realized it just wasn't me. Sorry, mom. Once an SF canvas bag lady, always a SF canvas bag lady, I guess.
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12 Days of Blogging,
NYC fashion
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5 comments:
ha! omg! that is hilarious! once you start with the bags it is hard to stop so if i were you i wouldn't even go there! :)
that's hilarious! i think i'd have trouble w/that one too. just not in the genes.
Krissy & Arlene: I'm glad you enjoy that post! Yup, it's true. I'm not going there. Just can't!
Hahaha! I love hiding bags in bags! : )
Bee: Maybe one day I'll splurge...just not w/ an LV, ha. Ever!
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