"Ten years ago today some of my new friends in London invited me to see Star Trek: Nemesis. Best decision I ever made. I sat next to the most wonderful man I've ever met."
(aka, the guy she married!)
|Is there a British spelling|
for the word "ugly?"
After all of that we went down to the shopping halls in Harrods and I must've bought about $100 worth of teas, mugs, and of course, a handbag.
Have you ever felt pressure to get the stererotypical souvenir from somewhere you've visited? I felt like I needed to bring something home that had the Harrod's logo on it but hated the typical green oilcloth bags. So I got this handbag. It had the logo, and matched my preferred handbag style--black and boring.
|Label as souvenir. Why do |
I keep doing this to myself?
None of which are actually captured in the handbag. I can let it go. Breathe....Wow. You'd think after decluttering this much stuff this would be easier. It doesn't seem to be. I logically know that there's no good reason to keep this bag, yet my heart really wants me to.
Item 175: A souvenir handbag.
Cost: About $20. But it was ten years ago so I can't remember.
Fate: The thrift shop.
Total money wasted on crap I never should've bought: $1943.00