7 am on a Saturday morning...my Mom calls to dish about her round-up of yard sale finds. In her hunt she scored a vintage leather doctor bag in great shape. When I see the bag in person...wow...I must pair it with my brown shoes and Scottish plaid scarf. The more I look at the bag the more I fall in love with it. Even in the midst of typing I stare at it across the room and think, "what a perfect bag." My next thought is warped back in time - a handsome doctor knocks at my door with his stylish bag...forget the shots and drugs...just give me the bag and I'm cured!
Monday, October 20, 2008