Well, I have to admit that football might actually explain the compact explosion.

It was pretty much the bottom quarter-to-third of the lining, pale peach from blusher. No other makeup ... no other obvoius colors from eyeshadow ... no nail polish or lip gloss ... just blush ... and a lot of it.
Well anyway, it's all cleaned up (lining turned inside out, handwashed with Dawn ... the standard rehab path ... then air-dried), and you'd honestly never know anything had happened. The
only hint of a past life is some teensy-tinesy sparkles of glitter, presumably from the blusher. In the attached pics below, the sparkles show as tiny white pin-point dots. I actually like the idea ... like I said before, it's a hint of its former life spinning on the dance-floor at
Coach's NYC parties.
As you can see, the leather's beautiful. No scratches, nice and soft ... all I did was wipe it down with a damp cloth. Hangtag was missing, so I used a spare, small silver one I had. Also took a pic with my shells fob ... gosh I like that combo.
I actually haven't figured out *what* to put down as feedback. I'm still just awash in relief that it arrived, shock at my discovery of who the seller was, and somewhere between shock and hilarity when I found the blush.