On Saturday, I met up with a girlfriend for brunch and a shopping trip. I didn't really spend too much...two spaghetti-strap tanks that were buy one, get one 50% off and two cardigans that were 40% off. A cardinal rule of fashion is that one can never have too many tanks or too many cardigans, after all. But I fell completely in love with a purse at Anthropologie. I didn't buy it. But I love it dearly and muchly.
It's big and yellow and bright and springy and made of buttery-soft leather. It would be a real investment bag for me, though. I don't usually spend more than $50 on bags because I tend to be hard on them, throwing them about and all, and I don't want to waste money on something I'm just going to damage or dirty later. But for a bag like this one, I'd have to just plain grow up, act my age, and learn to be much more careful with my things, ha! It would go with everything and would make me happy. Pondering...pondering....Then on Sunday...also known as "Easter" to some people...my husband and I went to the little restaurant around the corner where the staff and owners all know us because we go so often, then headed to the Chicago Botanic Garden to enjoy the sunshine. We're not religious people, and we have no children to entertain, so to us, a day like Easter pretty much just means everything's closed and everyone is posting pictures of eggs and bunnies online. But the Botanic Garden is open every day but Christmas, and it's been long enough since we were there last that there were plenty of new blooms.
Hmmm. Look at all those bright colors....the bright yellow purse, the brilliant colors of the flowers...hmm. You know, I see wonderfully soft, dreamy, pastel-toned Polaroid SX-70 shots and the like around a lot these days, and I do like them. Often I even love them. But I think that for me, brilliant shots of pure color is just where it's at!
