And not to get too OT, but I know that I mentioned to you all that the first bag in my new, paired down collection of "classic" was on its way - specifically, the black YSL hobo that I purchased off of *bay right before the New Year. I had been stalking that bag for a while and was ecstatic to find it at a great price.
Remember that old saying "don't wish too hard for something, because you might just get it?"
That has happened to me. You see, I have been selling bags like crazy lately...and as of today, I don't have any handbags left for me to wear (once I put something up for sale, I don't wear it anymore just in case something might happen to it). So at the moment I am carrying around my junk in a nylon tote.
And the YSL hobo that should have been delivered last Saturday (according to the tracking), you ask? Well, it is lost in the mail - or on it's way to Wooster, MA, one or the other.
Thank goodness the seller insured it and required signature confirmation, so we are covered...but apparently the substitute postal carrier decided (without consulting anyone in my home, oddly enough) that we wanted all of our mail forwarded to Wooster, which is about an hour to the East of here (and where I have *never lived in my entire life*). According to the postal branch manager, my package should come back this way "sometime," since it won't have any real address to be forwarded to...
You gotta love it. I guess I really wasn't mean to own any handbags!!!
Remember that old saying "don't wish too hard for something, because you might just get it?"
That has happened to me. You see, I have been selling bags like crazy lately...and as of today, I don't have any handbags left for me to wear (once I put something up for sale, I don't wear it anymore just in case something might happen to it). So at the moment I am carrying around my junk in a nylon tote.

And the YSL hobo that should have been delivered last Saturday (according to the tracking), you ask? Well, it is lost in the mail - or on it's way to Wooster, MA, one or the other.

Thank goodness the seller insured it and required signature confirmation, so we are covered...but apparently the substitute postal carrier decided (without consulting anyone in my home, oddly enough) that we wanted all of our mail forwarded to Wooster, which is about an hour to the East of here (and where I have *never lived in my entire life*). According to the postal branch manager, my package should come back this way "sometime," since it won't have any real address to be forwarded to...
You gotta love it. I guess I really wasn't mean to own any handbags!!!
