It was love at first sight

I spent $266 on a handbag this morning. Good for me.

I've never spent more than about $60 on a handbag before; but I saw this one on Friday in the evil shop near my office that seems to have been opened simply to suck all the cash straight from the wallets of those of us who are susceptible to the psiren call of kitchen porn and miscellaneous homewares and it was love at first sight.

I spent the whole weekend thinking about it, trying to decide whether or not I could justify spending so much. Common sense told me I shouldn't, but I just couldn't get the damn thing out of my head.

And then I got to thinking.

I would happily spend as much or more for a night out is a swanky hotel; and I really did need a new handbag - my old one is falling apart and can't hold nearly the amount of crap I seem to find it necessary to cart about with me; and this bag was soooo nice; and where would I ever find another one capable of measuring up to what would surely become mythologised, at least in my own mind, as The One That Got Away; and, and, and... I WANT IT!!!!

You can't always get what you want, but sometimes you get what you need. I needed a new handbag and I knew which one I wanted. It was an open and shut case. I opened my wallet, handed over my Mastercard and shut my eyes. When I opened them again the nice sales assistant was wrapping my beautiful new bag in tissue paper, ready for the short journey to my heart.