Long story short, I ordered some shoes from the Coach website that were on sale that unfortunately didn't fit right. Took them back to the store to return. While I was there, I asked the SAs if by chance they had the chalk studded Edie yet. They brought one out from the back. In the past, I wasn't that fond of Edie, preferred my Phoebes, but I instantly fell in love. I love the details on this, really adds something special. The light color scares me a bit, but I'll be careful. Here is a not so good picture that I snapped last night. Much better looking in person, imo.
There is a story behind this purse. But first, if you have the time, check out a thread I posted almost a year ago to get the whole picture:
http://forum.purseblog.com/coach/my-trip-to-the-boutique-with-dh-854154.html
My husband, whom I was with for 17 years, had heart surgery that I truly believed was going to give him a new lease on life. Instead, he suffered complications that ended up taking his life. I was devastated. We were extremely close and the thought of living the rest of my life without him was unimaginable. It took me a long time to feel like going shopping, but sometimes I just needed to get out of the house. One time, I got the courage to go into the Coach store. The SA recognized me and I forget how exactly, but I ended up telling her about what happened to my husband. She was shocked, to say the least.
Whenever I stop by that store, the SAs ask how I'm doing. Last weekend when I stopped by they asked again and I ended up getting an unexpected therapy session. I got myself that chalk Edie, which was a temporary pick-me-up as retail therapy often is, but more importantly, the girls and I talked awhile about life, why things happen, and how it helps to believe that things happen for a reason, etc. I left there with more than just a new purse, I left there thinking how thoughtful these women were who barely knew me.
While my husband is probably looking down at me from above thinking, "Another purse??" I know he'd understand. I'm saving this one for my birthday again because if he were here he would've gotten it for me. Sounds cheesy, but whenever I carry my Coach purses (with his wedding ring tucked inside), I think of him and how we shopped for them together. I miss the little things like that, and I miss his big heart. Posting about such things is part of the healing process for me. Thanks for listening...
There is a story behind this purse. But first, if you have the time, check out a thread I posted almost a year ago to get the whole picture:
http://forum.purseblog.com/coach/my-trip-to-the-boutique-with-dh-854154.html
My husband, whom I was with for 17 years, had heart surgery that I truly believed was going to give him a new lease on life. Instead, he suffered complications that ended up taking his life. I was devastated. We were extremely close and the thought of living the rest of my life without him was unimaginable. It took me a long time to feel like going shopping, but sometimes I just needed to get out of the house. One time, I got the courage to go into the Coach store. The SA recognized me and I forget how exactly, but I ended up telling her about what happened to my husband. She was shocked, to say the least.
Whenever I stop by that store, the SAs ask how I'm doing. Last weekend when I stopped by they asked again and I ended up getting an unexpected therapy session. I got myself that chalk Edie, which was a temporary pick-me-up as retail therapy often is, but more importantly, the girls and I talked awhile about life, why things happen, and how it helps to believe that things happen for a reason, etc. I left there with more than just a new purse, I left there thinking how thoughtful these women were who barely knew me.
While my husband is probably looking down at me from above thinking, "Another purse??" I know he'd understand. I'm saving this one for my birthday again because if he were here he would've gotten it for me. Sounds cheesy, but whenever I carry my Coach purses (with his wedding ring tucked inside), I think of him and how we shopped for them together. I miss the little things like that, and I miss his big heart. Posting about such things is part of the healing process for me. Thanks for listening...
