I (heart) Marc by Marc Jacobs

Those who know me well, know of my unending love for Marc Jacobs. So, when reading my email tonight, I was clearly E-L-A-T-E-D to hear about this giveaway for a Marc by Marc Jacobs Softy Tote from Justice. Oh, Justice, you know just how to pluck the strings to my heart. Obviously, I've entered. Had I checked my email sooner, I would have lit a candle at church this morning. Hey, it can't hurt!

Pretty, pretty, pretty (Spring 2007)

Considering my most recent bag acquisitions, this one is seriously a bargain. And so cute too!

Silver Surfer, make it happen!

Fondly,

Galactus

Tokidoki

Oh happy day! I have found another pretty pretty that is perfect for The Forest. I present you with the Tokidoki Campeggio bag in "Foresta." Foresta, of all pattern styles!

Ok, I admit that I already own a Tokidoki Campeggio bag from the very first LeSportsac line in Spring 2006, but they come out with new patterns every season. I've resisted every season since then, but I don't think I can fight it anymore. Not when a bag has this much green in it.

I'm actually a huge fan of all things Tokidoki, including this very cute figurine named Moofia: Mozzarella. I think it'd look so cute standing beside my cactus girl, Sandy, and her dog, Bastardino, both of which my doting better half procured for me.

Oh, the siren call of a pretty bag is too much for me to resist. Sigh.

Pretty, pretty, pretty

Now that I'm feeling an overwhelming sense of accomplishment from publishing my first (albeit introductory and short) post, I think it's time to celebrate with a new bag. What more fitting selection for The Forest from the Trees than this little pretty, pretty:
With one fleeting glance, I've already imagined a life for us together. It's a brisk, early-winter day and I'm in my grass green J.Crew coat with matching snow colored earflap hat and mittens. I've got this Orla Kiely Alpine Forest Sling Bag (in emerald) in tow as I'm quickly winding my way out of the PATH train station and down the streets of Hoboken to work (at a company that shall remain nameless, lest I be fired, in which case I will never be able to buy this bag, nor any other bag for a very long time). I can see my hands rifling around inside, looking for my ID, as my steadfast purse gently carries my iPod, cellphone, wallet, Palm LifeDrive, asthma meds, cough drops, tissues, chapstick, water bottle, 250-page manuscript, the three latest issues of New York, printouts of Wired articles because I'm too cheap to pay for a subscription, and house keys...when suddenly my bubblegum colored dream bursts.

My dear Orla Kiely Alpine Forest Sling Bag: the life we could have lived together was all too fleeting. Your three beautiful shades of green would have matched so many of my outfits and you would have garnered me so many compliments. But, I'm afraid that you and I are not meant for each other because you could never carry the 50-pounds of shit I haul around all day, every day.

Maybe in another life...