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my new purse obsession, courtesy of dailymail.co.uk

Listen, I’ve never been one of those girls who squeal at the sight of some wonderful outfit or fabulous shoes.  I’ve been broke most of my life and it’s true that if I die before 3pm tomorrow, I’ll have all the money I need. And I am the last person to give anyone fashion advice.  I live in jeans, t-shirts, and flats. But lately, things have changed, and I obsess over purses, and sometimes shoes.  I have the most beautiful Chloe Paddington purse, one Coach purse, and one Marc Jacobs purse.  I already posted info on the coveted Hermes bag, but now this Loewe ‘Calle’ that Posh glided through the airport with just blew me away. It could be dressed down with jeans or glammed up with a hot pencil skirt. Okay, I cannot believe those words just came out of my head.

I’m glad I got through Valentine’s Day, aka V-Day, without stabbing someone.  This is the worst excuse to buy a card ever.  Can I feel anymore single than on that day?  What the fuck with the smug couples who do all this last minute planning?  When I was in a relationship, I had all my plans made a month ahead of time.  There was none of this calling restaurants on V-Day, or trying to schedule a massage the day before.  It’s unbelievable how lazy and stupid couples are, especially men.  I know that many people say every day should be Valentine’s Day.  That is not fucking true, otherwise ladies would be getting flowers, chocolate and some sort of jewelry every day.  Suck it up and make an effort to make the day special.  Or you could be like me: snuggle up with a bottle of wine after a long day at work.

I canceled all my dating website subscriptions.  Checking them on a regular basis only wasted my time.  The quality of candidates went downhill since I joined the first dating website back in 20–*cough cough*.  So now I’m doing the opposite. I’m embracing spinsterhood.  I do things like watch The View, contemplate purchasing a purse from a tv commercial that has over 50 pockets, and I’m already using public transportation.  All I need is a muumuu, some ill-fitting pantyhose and 16 more cats and I will be an old maid.