The Devils Wears What...?

ok, Tuesday nights Keith and I have our little ritual before the madness that is comic book day...we go to our favorite dollar store in one of the seedier parts of Columbus...also there is a brilliant Somalian Shop in the area, that I absolutely adore...they have everything one would ever need, and by anything I mean the most beautiful high end black market handbags you have ever seen!!!!
On our first visit, they did n't know what to make of us, I was foaming at the mouth over the purses, and frankly we were probably the only American's they had seen in a while...so anyway, our first visit was nice, I left with a beautiful black Coach bag, um...LOVE IT!!!

Our second visit they were much nicer, and they remembered me, so they were pulling out bags to look at, they had an amazing Prada...yes, Prada. It was as if I died and went to handbag heaven!!! Obviously, I don't have Prada money, but I did have a birthday coming up...so I looked at Keith, with big, big eyes...

I left with no Prada, but I did get a beautiful Black Crocodile bag- it looks like Chanel!!!

So last night, we went, and as we entered the store I heard the most beautiful grouping of words I have ever heard in my life..."You must be here for the Prada"

I left with the Prada, I'm not allowed to even touch it until my birthday, Keith has hidden it from me.

I think this was part birthday present, and part an I'm sorry present, because when we went to see "The Devil Wears Prada" he fell asleep, he didn't snore, but he did sleep.

So, we got home and I was still on a handbag high...so I watched a bad old horror movie (Carnivale of Souls) ans painted, made another little pocket journal, then went to sleep, dreaming in Prada bags.

I at least have one reason to look forward to Sunday now- that bag make's me look about 25!!!