It will be perfect for NYC this summer

This weekend we went to see the Arizona Diamondbacks play the Los Angeles Dodgers in Phoenix. I got the tickets for My Honey for Christmas. On the way up there we stopped at the outlet malls.

Bad things happened.

Specifically at the Michael Kors store. 

There was this glorious bag. It spoke to me from the back of the store. I could hear it’s murmurings the minute I entered, but it took me a few minutes to find it. Once found, it was obvious it belonged to me.

Like Harry Potter with the parseltongue, I speak purse fluently.

This purse is beautiful. It has a handle as well as straps so it can be worn as a backpack. It’s butter soft black leather with leopard print fur on the flap.

Seriously.

How can a purse like this be ignored? It can’t.

The sale price was outrageous — 25% of the original price. I hadn’t intended to spend money on a purse. I dithered even while I stroked the leather.

Sassy said, “Buy it!” because she doesn’t work and has no idea what the hell she’s talking about.

I texted Ava.

“Tell me I don’t need the backpack purse from M Kors.”

“I have a backpack by Coach you can have if you need that,” she responded.

“It’s too late. Things happened.”

You can’t possibly blame me. Look at the thing.

The lady who sat next to me at the baseball game commented on how pretty it was. I even let her pet it.