So my gorgeous bag is here, and I want to carry it so MUCH! I am not supposed to carry it until my birthday, but I don't know if I can stand it. The color is STUNNING and the smell of the leather is intoxicating. Also, I love the old-school Tano graffiti tag inside. I still prefer that tag.
WAH. My Mom says it is strictly off limits until my birthday two weeks from this Friday. THIS IS LIKE TORTURE. OK, well, not really. But I want to carry it SO much. Guess you guys will have to wait JUST LIKE I HAVE TO.
What is nuts is that I HAVE the bag. I can carry it if I want. I don't live near my Mom. She's an hour away when she's working at home, and she's more like 3.5 hours away where she's working right now. But it is a present, and she told me to put it away until my birthday. WHY do I feel all guilty at the thought of getting it out and carrying it? I'm too honest for my own good!
I'll try to sneak a photo or two. Surely that can't hurt, right?