My name is Kitty and I am embarrassed that I want a Birkin 35 or 40. It is an unreasonable amount of money for a purse that does the same thing as a plastic bag. I am in a unique situation that I can afford any purse I could imagine and could fly anywhere to get it but have this moral dillema of the guilt of spending that kind of money on a purse. I have a Birkin and a Kelly on order and fear the day they call me to tell me they are in. Because then I will be forced to face my materialism. And then I see there is an Orange Birkin 35 in San Francisco and my husband asks me if we should fly up tonight and pick it up in the morning...when I called the boutique they where closed...so now I will just obsess about it all night and call in the morning. All this for a purse! How embarrassing is that. If my mother and sister knew how much money I am willing to spend on this stuff...and i have a husband who enables me (he has a pilot on call tomorrow just in case).![]()
Oh, sweetie, it's not embarassing! I can see by your reluctance that you're very appreciative of what you have, and you realize you're a very fortunate lady!

