Part 4 – Fall Trends
A few weeks ago, my husband and I went to pick up our friends for dinner. As we stood in their foyer, amid our conversation, I spotted something. Out of the corner of my eye, sitting atop the coffee table, was the most beautiful thing I had ever seen. With what seemed like a light, shining down from heaven, was the new python purse from Prada. I stood motionless as my heart skipped a beat. The conversation around me simply became noise in my ears. I lost all self control and screamed… “Oh – my – Gawd!” My knees became weak as I slowly made my way through the room as the purses gravitational pull lured me closer. I was smitten… it was my own personal holy grail. As I stood over the purse I asked if I could touch it. My humble friend, of course, thought it was no big deal as I slipped it on my shoulder, closed my eyes and began to dream of one day having such a magnificent bag in my own collection. Then my dear friend, dropped the bomb. She was thinking of returning the bag!!! I couldn’t believe what I was hearing. It wasn’t because she couldn’t afford it, trust me she can. It wasn’t because it was too big or too small. She just couldn’t justify spending such an exorbitant amount of money on a bag. I became flustered and started to ramble on about how she needed to keep it for me… you know, take one for the team, so to speak. I could never dream of a bag like this in the near future… she needed to realize how lucky she was. If she didn’t keep the bag, I couldn’t visit it. I couldn’t admire it from afar. I was beginning to panic… I had to do something! The next ten minutes were filled with the ramblings of a crazy person, that person being me. I continued on about the workmanship of the bag… how it was destined to be a classic… how fur, python and crocodile were big trends for the Fall and on and on and on.
I’m not sure what came over me that fateful Friday night. How did an animal planet, no puppy mills, save the whales kind of girl like myself and my friend, fall so smitten with a python bag? I have convinced myself it was because it was a snake. A slimy, slithering scary snake. I mean, who likes snakes anyway, right? Or maybe it was just because I was falling victim to fashion… being lured in by all the beautiful fur and python I was beginning to see for fall. The amazing fur vests being walked down the runways, the snake skin belts paired with cardigans or the fur trimmed jackets gracing the pages of the magazines. I found out last night, the bag was shipped back to Prada. And as I type this, dreaming of one day seeing the bag again… The bag that had me so full of lust… a lone tear runs down my cheek for what could have been.
P.S. For all you animal lovers out there, like myself, there are amazing fake furs and skins on the market. So go out there… be on trend… and enjoy the beauty of nature.
Write more… Type less,
Lauren
Fur Jacket… a little Donna Reid – a little Carrie Bradshaw – a little me! I love it!
Snake skin purse… This is sure to become a classic.
Bracelet… such an easy and inexpensive way to update your wardrobe.
Fur vest… So cute, a little bit bohemian… a little bit rock and roll!
Python Bag… I so wish I could have found an image of the “famous” purse that started this all. However, it is so new… I couldn’t find it anywhere.
Personal Crocodile Agenda… stylish, compact and it will help you stay organized.
Black heels… who can’t use another pair of shoes!
Fur mittens… at the Marni Fall fashion show, monster fall mittens were debuted. I actually own a pair of fur mittens that I bought at Urban Outfitters back in college. I have worn them for years… they are my winter woobie.
Bedroom photo from the now defunct Domino magazine… oh how I miss thee.

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You’re cracking me up. You totally should have snapped a picture of her purse with your camera. I mean–it was already over your shoulder anyway.
And I remember that room from Domino. That bed is Ikea, if memory serves, and it was deliciously cheap. It could be painted in color or style, but I think it’s now discontinued. That’s why I loved the ol’ Domino–high and low, baby. High and low.