it's time to talk about it.

i have been meaning to blog about this for sometime. i don't know why i have put it off for so long. maybe it was just too hard to talk about. maybe the effects of it were just still so fresh and raw, that i just needed time. who knows. but i decided it is time to talk about it.

back in the day you may remember when i bought the most expensive bag i have ever bought in my entire life. i loved it. i loved the color. i loved the style. i loved the pattern on the inside. in fact this exact purse sparked my obsession with the color mustard yellow. (see my new blog colors? i have an obsessive personality) i assumed since i had impulsively shelled out more money than i could actually afford, that this purse would bring me all sorts of good luck and magical powers. i imagined all of the experiences and memories that we would share together. i was so happy.




but then it all changed.

i think the purse gods were punishing me. the first week that i bought the purse, we went out to eat at ruby river. and i was eating the sourdough bread they serve before the meal comes out. i love that stuff man. anyway, i love butter. so of course i was covering my bread in butter. and then something happened. i don't know exactly what.. my recollection of that night is a little hazy, but the biggest appendage on my hand (had to be my freaking thumb) managed to touch the purse and leave a huge greasy thumbprint right on the front of the purse. i swear. so i of course freaked out and spent the rest of the dinner trying to wipe of the smudge. i think i made it worse. but over time it somewhat faded and i got over it.

then another time i decided to go see a movie about a vampire and some pale chick and i got talked into buying a huge cup with a shirtless werewolf on it. umm.. sorry i couldn't just say no to that. so i buy it and i watch the movie and then the movie gets out. well the funny thing about this purse, is that i was so afraid i was going to ruin it that i put it inside of one of those recyclable stylish dollar bags. you know the thing you put your groceries in? well it was its protection. but it sucked at doing that job. you know why? because apparently it's not a good idea to go to the bathroom, hang up the bag, and put your big shirtless werewolf cup that is mostly full of diet coke inside of the bag. because the chances of it spilling all over the entire bag, plus your camera and phone are very likely. WTF was i thinking? i would like to blame it on the fact that the lid manufacturer needed to make a better, more secure lid. but whatever. who puts a cup in a bag? i came home and gave the cup to the dog to chew on because i was so mad.

so i get through this tragedy and i noticed that every time i wear jeans with this purse, it stains the back of the purse blue. and if i try really hard i can get the blue off. but it still looks stupid. and no matter how much leather protectant i put on it? it still stains blue. so i created the purse diaper to put on the back of the purse. and it worked wonders for the time being.




i now had protection from outside sources. but then i over looked something.

i have frizzy hair k? and sometimes most of the time i wake up late and don't have time to dry my wet hair so sometimes i might put my hair serum in my purse to put in my hair after it has dried so it is not so frizzy. i even put it in a plastic bag to protect it from leaking. well one day the lid magically opened and the bag zipper "just happened" to come undone. and the results were devastating. i must warn you. the picture below is disturbing.




and it managed to be on the top of the bag and the other side of the bag. this picture was taken after trying to clean and blow dry it for an hour. i was in tears. the funny thing about this was that i was almost out of serum. i don't get how this much serum happened to appear and get everywhere.

i seriously hate this bag. it has caused all sorts of drama in my life. it has caused me more anxiety that i anticipated. constantly having to cater to it and bringing other bags to put it in, creating purse diapers to protect it, spending hours cleaning off stains? it was not worth it. i am telling you now.. my $15 purses from target do the trick. if it gets stained? so what? it was $15. i have no problem putting it on the sticky movie theater floor. it doesn't require a purse diaper. what is the point of a cute yellow mustard purse if you can't even display it because it's hidden inside another protective bag? yeah. not worth it.

anyway, i hung it up in my closet and swore to never touch it again. well a month or so later i saw it hanging up and looked at it. the stains were almost completely gone! in fact, where the oil had touched? it looked better than the rest of the bag! so i thought i would give it another go around christmas time. heck, maybe i should cover the whole thing in hair serum??

well sean had me hold onto his candy cane junior mints at the movie. actually i don't remember him asking me to hold them. i think he just put them in the bag. and didn't secure the cardboard lid. because they spilled all over my bag and melted. so yeah. this bag and me? over. we are done. we BROKE up. so i am on the hunt for a new,cute, CHEAP bag. if you see of anything let me know.

anyway, i guess some good can come from bad. i am obsessed with mustard yellow. i think it's gone a little to far though. as you can see...











i got the butter dish, yellow plates, and recipe box at the antique store this saturday. i love them. i got the shelf at D.I. and painted it up and fixed it a little. unfortunately sean can't find a place in the house that he likes it so it is sitting on the top of our fridge. i made the mail box. okay i didn't make it but it was black before and i painted it and distressed it a little and wrote mail. anyway the moral of this story is that i love mustard yellow. and i hate expensive purses. and i am obsessive, impulsive, and all over the place. and i love sean. that is all.