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@ a friend's partyred maxi dress custom made. silver headband from a friend's closet. HDY silver glad flats.
original post can be found at http://superbrat.multiply.com/journal/item/187/Im_Such_a_Bag_Hag
�I�m not quite sure how many bags I have, but let�s just say I have a few. When I find a bag I like, I tend to wear it to death until I become obsessed with another one. This probably happens 3 to 5 times a year.�
-Mary Kate Olsen
It was torture for me having to pass by Landmark 5 times a week when I was still working in Greenbelt. In a sea of bags, I try to whip myself like a mamang kuchero, �Parang kabayo. Walang titingin sa kanan. Walang titingin sa kaliwa. Straight ahead lang.� But, alas, it just doesn�t work! Remember that scene in the movie, �Confessions of a Shopaholic,� where the mannequins were chanting Rebecca Bloomwood�s name? I thought it was ridiculous (after watching, I kind of concluded that I am not a shopaholic after all or am I just in denial?) but then I remembered those bags were doing the same thing to me! They were shouting my name like crazy matter how hard I tried to sprint my way to work. Or, have you ever had that time wherein you were just in no mood for swimming but then you see the water and it just have this calling, like it hypnotizes you and you are now just so ready to dive in? That�s exactly how it is in stores�the next thing you know is you are getting out of the store with a bag in hand, not remembering a single cent but just the feeling of giddiness and happiness. Okay, am I just plainly making excuses to cover up the truth that I am such a bag hag? Fine, fine, fine�pero pagbigyan n�yo na ko ah. I am never a shoe person (though statement shoes are just so irresistibly hot right now). Sole-searching was just never my thing. I have big feet and it is so hard to find the perfect Cinderella-fit in this country. And, you can kill me now, but heels do not excite me. I am exceptionally taller than almost all of my girl friends and it is almost always awkward to be towering them. Even though, lately ha, I am thinking Whitney Port and Georgina Wilson =P So, no food or shoe treatment for me on 15/30. The smell of a new bag feeds me more. Never mind if I�d go hungry for days. Come to think of it, maybe it was one of the reasons why I lost weight? Hmmm�
So, after quitting my job, I have no dough in hand but a closet full of bags from mustard to turquoise to metallics and the neutrals�.which, are all part of my investment scheme. Okay, I am scapegoat-ing! But, it was so heart-warming hearing someone I just met to tell me that I always carry the nicest bags =)
Years past and going out became my thing. I just wasn�t paying much attention to bags anymore. I was toting the Australian black patent quilted chained bag (as seen in the photo above) my bf gave me last Christmas for 4 months for Christ�s sake! But, I guess, old habits really die hard. Now, I am back to not going out often and went back to my true blue bliss: being a bag hag! And oh yeah, I heard the bags applauding! =P
Went to Quiapo yesterday to accompany my mom and while the driver and I were waiting for her, I went across the street to buy DVDs but ended up buying two bags worth P300 from the nearby ukay. Abby said she can never find bags from the ukay in good condition (�laging bakbak ang leather�) but the ones I got will definitely prove her wrong.
-Mary Kate Olsen
It was torture for me having to pass by Landmark 5 times a week when I was still working in Greenbelt. In a sea of bags, I try to whip myself like a mamang kuchero, �Parang kabayo. Walang titingin sa kanan. Walang titingin sa kaliwa. Straight ahead lang.� But, alas, it just doesn�t work! Remember that scene in the movie, �Confessions of a Shopaholic,� where the mannequins were chanting Rebecca Bloomwood�s name? I thought it was ridiculous (after watching, I kind of concluded that I am not a shopaholic after all or am I just in denial?) but then I remembered those bags were doing the same thing to me! They were shouting my name like crazy matter how hard I tried to sprint my way to work. Or, have you ever had that time wherein you were just in no mood for swimming but then you see the water and it just have this calling, like it hypnotizes you and you are now just so ready to dive in? That�s exactly how it is in stores�the next thing you know is you are getting out of the store with a bag in hand, not remembering a single cent but just the feeling of giddiness and happiness. Okay, am I just plainly making excuses to cover up the truth that I am such a bag hag? Fine, fine, fine�pero pagbigyan n�yo na ko ah. I am never a shoe person (though statement shoes are just so irresistibly hot right now). Sole-searching was just never my thing. I have big feet and it is so hard to find the perfect Cinderella-fit in this country. And, you can kill me now, but heels do not excite me. I am exceptionally taller than almost all of my girl friends and it is almost always awkward to be towering them. Even though, lately ha, I am thinking Whitney Port and Georgina Wilson =P So, no food or shoe treatment for me on 15/30. The smell of a new bag feeds me more. Never mind if I�d go hungry for days. Come to think of it, maybe it was one of the reasons why I lost weight? Hmmm�
So, after quitting my job, I have no dough in hand but a closet full of bags from mustard to turquoise to metallics and the neutrals�.which, are all part of my investment scheme. Okay, I am scapegoat-ing! But, it was so heart-warming hearing someone I just met to tell me that I always carry the nicest bags =)
Years past and going out became my thing. I just wasn�t paying much attention to bags anymore. I was toting the Australian black patent quilted chained bag (as seen in the photo above) my bf gave me last Christmas for 4 months for Christ�s sake! But, I guess, old habits really die hard. Now, I am back to not going out often and went back to my true blue bliss: being a bag hag! And oh yeah, I heard the bags applauding! =P
Went to Quiapo yesterday to accompany my mom and while the driver and I were waiting for her, I went across the street to buy DVDs but ended up buying two bags worth P300 from the nearby ukay. Abby said she can never find bags from the ukay in good condition (�laging bakbak ang leather�) but the ones I got will definitely prove her wrong.
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