A girl and a bag

I am not a snob when it comes to material items. I do appreciate and like the finer things (and admittedly have a tendency to be somewhat of a wine snob...) but my need for bargains also requires that I find these things as inexpensively as possible. If I can't, I don't buy them and simply admire them from afar.
Today Steve, Brian, and I went to the Outlets. We found some great deals and I left with a cute, comfy pair of Timberland boots. My 12 year old beloved brown boots were "retired"-aka trashcan- this week at Steve's insistence due to a separating of the boot from the sole, so I felt like it was also a fair purchase. But my true love of the day still sits alone upon a shelf in the store...Steve pointed out the Coach outlet, so I thought- I'll just take a peek. And there she was, regally seated, a portrait of class and grace....a beautiful, chocolate brown suede bag with brown leather trim. I named her Sheila and I already miss her. She was expensive- more than I would ever dream about paying for a handbag, but in Coach terms-definitely a bargain. I will point her out to Steve and hope that I find her under the tree. I won't hold my breath. We're practical shoppers. But do you know how bittersweet it is to go to the Outlets and see cute clothes when you're pregnant? I was the same way when I was pregnant with Brian, I fell in love with every handbag and pair of shoes I saw. But this was different, this was a special connection.
I will never forget you Sheila. Until we meet again....