People who know me best often ask how I came to fall in love with Coach. Well, it all started with this bag:
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I was in the market for a plaid bag for fall last year. I had gotten myself a Juicy Couture plaid Daydreamer in Vegas, but, after a month, still hadn't fallen in love with it, so I sold it to a friend. I was back at square one, still needing a plaid bag for fall. I knew I was coming into a sizeable bonus from work at the end of October, and I thought "Well, I think I'll get myself a Coach bag with some of that money." I didn't realize at the time that my perfect bag was waiting for me. That first experience in the Coach store was a blur, I remember walking in and seeing that bag. And only that bag. Like, the bag practically slapped me in the face. I don't even remember the rest of that floorset. I was only in the store a matter of minutes before she was mine. She was just so....perfect for me. Perfect size, yummy fuschia lining, lots of pockets....and plaid. Thus began my love afair with Coach. It has become a mind-blowing, heart-stopping, spirit-boosting full blown obsession, and I now, six months later, find myself taking pics like this:
of my boutique's display window, to use as the screen saver for my phone. Sigh.....
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