reunited and it feels so good

back in august 2008, i was in las vegas to attend a friend's bachelorette party. during down time, i would go shopping (it is imprinted in my genes girls and i won't deny it). a harmless stroll through fashion show mall lead me to neiman marcus which lead me to their small chanel store which lead me to another unneccessary chanel crush. what a vicious cycle this is!

oh my god, what do i see?! good gawd it's a navy blue lambskin wallet on a chain! soft, supple leather, glossy sheen, thin leather woven chain that reminds me of a pretty necklace. the best part is being able to wear it messenger style, but ultimately you can use it as a cluch or a shoulder bag as well. in that moment, i felt i NEEDED it, that life would be incomplete without it. crazy devil at work that's what this is.

but i resisted.

it was around the same time that i closed escrow on my house and needed to take care of some bills. so keeping in theme with my good girl with good credit image, i bid adieu to this lovely woc even though i got the s.a's number and even told him to put it on hold for me JUST IN CASE. ah, the games i play on myself. ultimately i left las vegas without this pretty little chanel.

fast forward two months later and i find myself at saks in beverly hills. another harmless walk over to neimans led me to the chanel counter which lead me to the same woc!! woot? is this like fate or something? is it?! i demand an answer! i saw it's twin sitting in the display case begging for me to tote it. once toted, it was clearly over. my sa had a brand new one in stock and i purchased it during their gift card promotions and took my new baby chanel home. i think the lesson here is to stop taking those harmless walks!

the chanel woc is small and is meant to replace your wallet because there's card slots as well as an inner compartment for loose change. it can fit a thin cell phone and a thin camera but that's about it. it's not a super practical bag, but most chanels aren't super practical anyways. come on now! why are you paying so much for a bag right....*bagnatic thinks about it*....it was lovely and i wanted to own it and now i do. i've used it several times now and it's a great little purse. ahhh, i love me some chanel!

my shoalin monk pose as i try to steady the camera and give you my modeling shot. ow!

the raging renaissance

on saturday, i was overwhelmed by an incredible urge to go medieval. did you guess renaissance faire?! ding, ding, ding, you are correct. a few friends and i drove our bums to irwindale to stare at a group of people stuck in time. the ladies there seemed to love it because they get to be wenches and flop their boobies around (shameful hussies) and the men just love any excuse to look like fabio with their billowy white pirate shirts (inner gay?).

methinks these bazookas are illegal in 40 states!

first things first...let's get grub was the battle cry!! there's something about attending a fair that makes you overeat. let me rephrase that. there's something about attending a fair that makes ME overeat. and overeat on bad stuff too. damn it! thank god i was wearing an empire waist dress because my expanded belly required coverage. apparently cheese squeezed out of a can was popular during the middle ages. boy did i feel robbed when i found that squirted on my food! can't believe i ate them anyways. *head hung low*

and as always, my peepers were on the look out for bags or any baglike things. although there were no chanels or marc jacobs back in da days, renaissance fashion seems to indicate that small pouches or leather bags were hawt. see anything you like? they kinda remind me of the silk pouches that japanese women carry on their wrists when they are wearing their kimonos.

here's a dude with his pouch. i wonder if these pouches were the medieval equivalents of fanny packs. what say you?

whatcha put in your pouch sir?

boobies and bags oh my!

great things to look at. this gypsy dance was probably my favorite out of the whole lot.

pretty fun for a medieval day in irwindale.

2008 was great

yes, i couldn't help myself. i never really could to be honest with you......

COACHella

here is a coach bag. you can get one almost anywhere now. coach stores, department stores, online. but please don't get THIS particular bag. it's a quilted mesh mash of ugliness. but if you do, i don't know you:

this is COACHella...not a bag and way cooler. you can only get this at indio, california (the armpit of the golden state). it was hot, stanky, but important to me.....

because i got to see the yeah yeah yeahs perform. ow! because the new album is pretty fresh. because karen o is an amazing performer. because i've been a long time fan....here's karen on the jumbotron since we got there pretty late and booked ass to a mob of sweaty men. we squeezed to the middle as oppose to the front. i had a huge behemoth of a dude slick with sweat to my back. it was worse when i sometimes felt his prickly arm hairs brush my arms when we got jostled.

and this is a bag o' weed. it is mandatory for you to smoke it up at coachella. i'm not a fan of the ganja, but i stank like i did. it is pretty common to smell it everywhere when you are at these types of venues. i especially love it when they smoke right next to you and you get it blown into your face. yes, second hand pot smoke kills as well. bastard.

i also saw ass...literally. look, i know you're going to think this is a fat girl's rant about skinny chicks, but it is not. i know the weather is hot. i know your body is tight. i know this...you make it obvious because you prance around wearing absolutely NOTHING. i can respect that you are proud of your body and you may get a free drink or two from it....but PULEASE stop your whoreish dancing RIGHT IN FRONT OF ME. instead of enjoying the cure, i had to look at your stupid jiggly butt. you suck. wear some pants damnit!

i also saw a fire snake...did you think bbq too?! some overall cool things displayed there and some neato dresses for sale. good visuals at coachella minus the overt nakedness you see running about.

coachella was most definitely better than a coach bag.

doggy bag

getting charlie meant an excuse to get a whole slew of accessories...not. but it led me to think, if i can pamper my foul smelling cracky poo puppy with something that's not food or toy related, what would i get...BAM, a BAG of course. how about a dog carrier bag so he can ride in style?

jessica simpson likes to rock her doggy in a louis vuitton:

seriously, i never understood why people buy designer gear for their dogs. is it for you? or for the dog? does the dog even care that he's sporting a l.v. tag or a coach collar. no. do you care? probably yes. well, some have said that dogs are just another type of accessory....

now, i'm not ghetto enough to put my puppy in one of these when i need to transport him:

so i think i'll just stick to doing this:

even though this bag is pretty cute:

merging my food love and my puppy love. ahhhh....

how about a piece of bag?

vakay. ahhh...it has graced my presence once again. typically, i'm working like a fiend during my vaykay time, but once in a while, other folks want to work like a fiend as well so i'm out of a job during my 6 weeks break. not a bad thing i guess since the last time i had too much free time on my hands, i got into yelp, bought my wee house, and now am a puppy mommy. dang i'm productive! life works out that way too, i suppose when what i should really do is catch my breath and breathe deeply when i'm suppose to. even if that means turnig into a sloth with an increase in pants size.

let's celebrate bagnatic's vaykay with a purse cake! i saw this while i was at diamond bakery in monterey park. it actually doesn't look delicious at all...perhaps it would be more scrumptious with double c's on it as oppose to this convict tag. it also looks like a granny version of the louis vuitton speedy style. who wants to eat?!