I looked for a purse in New York. I looked for one in Texas. I even drug myself to the mall twice. Then while we were in Target looking for a belt, Joshua appeared from around the corner holding MY purse. It was leather, yellow and not shiny at all. I loved it.
This is where there should be a picture of said purse right?
Yeah, we returned it this morning. The leather turned black in a couple of places the first time I carried it.
Now I'm having to mourn the perfect purse. Also had a friend that stepped on a baby bunny and killed it. Tough Weekend!