My son's fiance loves to eat. I mean, like seriously loves to eat -- it's their hobby. So we went to Tin Dai Fung the other night when he was home on leave. If you don't know what Tin Dai Fung is, it's a place to get Chinese dumplings (Xiaolongbao) and it's the bomb. But you have to wait hours to get in there. They don't take reservations because people were getting reservations and selling them. So now, you just have to shop and wait. (It's in the Valley Fair mall.) So we shopped. For three hours, we shopped. (And we didn't buy anything, yay us!)
Tin Dai Fung is in a very dangerous place for me. It is in handbag alley. You can buy the following there: Prada, St. Laurent, Versace, Balenciaga, Bottega Veneta, Cartier, Louis Vuitton, Mulberry, Givinchy, Ferregamo, Tory Burch, Michael Kors and my personal favorite, Burberry.
Naturally, we had to shop all of them, but Burberry had three black handbags in the style I want, on sale, and I wanted this handbag so much! I won't tell you what it cost, but suffice it to say, half price is still more than most people will ever pay for a bag. And I wanted this bag. It was black (I usually like color) but it had a strap that was the Burberry plaid and the interior was a Burberry plaid. I wanted it. (Are you sensing a theme here?)
There were three black bags and I loved them all. My future daughter-in-law Alyssa didn't care for the one with the green straps, she thought it was tacky. She's a basic black Chanel girl. I am a bring-it-on, let's-party-with-the-Coco-colors, Italian kind of girl. So Alyssa was not happy when the Engish saleswoman told her, "She doesn't need to match. She's making a statement."
YOU ARE SPEAKING MY LANGUAGE! This is the purse I was carrying at the time. Does it match anything I wear? Rarely. But I LOOOOOVE it. I felt this connection with the saleswoman immediately. You get me. You really get me. Let's box up this bag and go get a drink already!
My mom used to call me Veruca as a child. (I took it as a compliment -- I'm a girl who knows what she wants!)
Anyway, I did not buy the handbag and I have regretted it ever since. In fact, shopping for Christmas presents may have caused a little post-traumatic stress disorder as I wandered through the mall yesterday. Burberry! I wanted to cry as I passed.
We all have that urge for something we want that makes no practical sense. My son has a $1,000 drone. Does that make sense? It does not. Does he need it? He does not. But what is life if not to have a little fun in the midst of all the drama. What's your impractical desire?