I just couldn’t keep myself away with that invitation staring at me.
That and Holly Marie, or was it Marie Holly, or Marileah? called me on Saturday and left a desperate message on my voicemail that I MISSED the VIP reception (heavens!), and if I stop by this week they will honor all the goodies I missed.
It’s nice to be loved by someone. Even if it’s a commisioned Coach employee who could give a crap about me.
Wait, I pay for Coach to love me… that’s so wrong isn’t it?????
….anyhoo, S. wanted to take a ride since it was such a beatuiful and cool day here in the Northeast. So, we all jumped in the car and somehow ended up at the Yankee Candle store (good Fall scents there btw), and then Starbucks, and then Coach.
I bought a Fall purse:
Damn you, Coach.
I wish I could quit you.