29 March, 2007 | Leave a Comment
I bought a new handbag today. I could fit a toddler or a medium-sized dog in it. In other words, it’s just the right size.
I’ve been looking for a handbag for quite a while. I went to Galeries Lafayette, but found nothing I wanted that cost less than 900€. God, sometimes I wish I had a Sugar Daddy. That’s just a fleeting fantasy though, so don’t worry. Becoming a respectable sort-of prostitute doesn’t appeal to me. Plus, no Sugar Daddy would want me — I’m too combative.
So anyway, they had a sale bin at Galeries Lafayette — you know, where a bunch of purses are thrown in and you can rummage through the pile and perhaps find something that isn’t total crap? Well, at Galeries Lafayette this sale bin contained 500€ Burberry handbags. Only in Paris.
I ended up going to a neighborhood shop and buying a cheapish purse that looks expensive. If it lasts till the end of the summer, I’ll be shocked.
In other shopping news, I had a tube of expensive Laura Mercier mascara but it fell off the bathroom shelf and landed in the toilet. So of course, it had to be destroyed. [I'm glad my dad wasn't here -- he would have rescued the mascara and made me use it. You can't throw that away! A little toilet water never killed anybody!] So I went to Sephora just to get some mascara. As I was wandering around, one of the Sephora robots got me. She was wearing a tool belt, like an electrician would wear, except it had brushes in it. And she started putting powder all over my face. Before I even knew what was happening, I was buying a Nars lip pencil in a shade called Walkyrie…a lip pencil so fat it needs it’s own special sharpener (of course). Nars has lipsticks in shades with all sorts of interesting names, like Sexual Healing, Sex Machine, Belle du Jour and…drumroll…Hindu. Yes, Hindu.
I actually like shopping, but not for this kind of stuff. I can spend hours in a bookshop, for example. But I think the fashion and beauty industry is a greedy cartel run by people who are, for the most part, morally bankrupt and incredibly stupid. Is this a gross generalization? Not really. I used to write for Condé Nast and Hearst. Trust me. But you know, sometimes I must dip my toe into this world — I buy what I want and I escape as quickly as possible.
Anglofille said @ 6:32 pm | paris life, personal |
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I’d agree with your Dad- why did you have to toss the mascara? Isn’t it in a container? All you have to do is wipe it dry with a paper towel! What a wasteful society we are! (LOL!)
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Rebecca Says:
March 30th, 2007 at 5:18 pmHooray for finding a decent purse! I’ve been using the same little one for ages and I think it may be time for a change. I’ve thought about making my own because I’m so picky, but I don’t have time to be bothered with that. I’ve been out looking at least 12 times so far and haven’t found one. Hopefully your luck will wear off on me!
Typically I scare these bots away. I don’t wear make up, ever, and I think because of that sometimes I look like a 13 year old. They either look at me and think that there’s no hope or they think I’m too young to spend enough money on whatever they attempt to sell me. Either way, I’m fine with that!
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William: The scary thing is that I’m not sure if you’re kidding or not!
Rebecca: I am super picky too. And now that I’m carrying this new purse around, I’m not too pleased with it. It’s not easy to open and close. Sigh. If only they’d allow us to test drive purses before purchasing…
