Keep the Nice Stuff For Yourself

I really hope we start getting some good, hard freezes because until we do, poor Danny will continue to struggle with his allergy-induced asthma. We're waiting for a call from the allergist as I type-nothing seems to be helping. Man, I'm looking forward to winter. There's a sentence I never thought I'd type.

The air has been steadily getting drier, and with the cooler air it felt like the perfect time to haul out some boots, tweeds, and this beautiful bag.

 I finally had an opportunity to wear this leather bag I bought last summer. There wasn't a scuff on it, and the interior was free of marks and stains. I wonder if it was used more than a few times, if at all? I'm a sucker for nice bags with leather lining and good hardware.

When was the last time you saw, Made in England" on a leather handbag? Probably the 80's when I suspect this one was made. I could sell it, but I'm not.

When I was a teenager I bought a rather fancy hat at Marshall Field's and when my mother caught wind of it she made me return it saying it was, "Too good for you." I was working, and paid for it myself, but she made such a fuss that I was not deserving of a nice hat because I wasn't pretty enough for it, that I took it back just to hear the end of it. It was a shitty thing for her to do. I later found out from an aunt that my grandmother had done something similar to her over a dress that was too expensive. I wouldn't dream of trying to get inside my mother or grandmother's minds (that's not a place I'd want to go) but it is interesting just how they decided someone's worthiness based on their looks. Graduating with honours didn't matter if you were still ugly. Not to worry though, as I have no such issues with feeling worthy of luxury items. I graduated with honours-I deserve the fucking leather bag. It does make me a bit sad thinking of the energy they spent finding ways to feel bad about themselves, and sharing it with everyone around them. To spend every day of your short life picking yourself (and everyone else) apart-for what? Maybe I'm delusional but I don't start my day by declaring myself a failure because of my looks.

What loads of crap parents pile on their children. If I actually gave a flying fuck what anyone thought, it could have been damaging. Seriously for a moment-if anyone pulls that nonsense with you, ask yourself what their motivation is before you go taking it to heart. Parents, spouses, co-workers, random internet assholes-why would any decent human being go out of their way to make someone feel bad? I've learned a few things in my many decades on this earth and I know for a fact that personal attacks are almost never about the person on the receiving end. *Steps down off soapbox*

Do I look like I care what you think? Up yours.

I intend to wear, and enjoy this beautiful bag until it falls apart. I'm a firm believer in keeping the nice stuff for yourself, whether you need it or not.

Outfit Particulars:

1970's wool skirt by Panther (every time I see the Panther label I hear, "Free Angela Davis!" in my head though I'm positive it wasn't that sort of Panther the brand had in mind).
Cotton polo neck-Goodwill
1960's tweed jacket by Country Miss-Salvation Army
Boots-Hand-Me-Ups
Earrings-K Mart
Crown Triffari bangle-Hand-Me-Ups
1980's leather bag-Goodwill
Bee scatter pins-Hand-Me-Ups

 The bees in the garden have been getting frantic. I think they know what's coming.

The polo neck is interesting. I like the two-tone effect, though it is hard to match with a skirt being somewhere between grey and brown. The tweed was a good chpoice, but I can't think of anything else I own that would go well with it. The back is solid though, so perhaps solid brown would work OK. I like a challenge.

Keep your fingers crossed for a killing frost, please.