Wednesday, April 22, 2009

S.O.S. : A Purse's Plea

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I'm tired of being treated like a second class accessory. What would you do without me? I stretch out my insides to accommodate the contents of your life. I open myself up to crumbs, spilled green tea, makeup residue, balled up receipts, leaking lip gloss and the sharp pains of car keys. Your friends gawk at my outer beauty and rub me; okay that part feels good. I have a constant headache from all of the opening and closing. Despite all of the suffering I endure to make sure you look fly, you have the unmitigated gall to put me on the floor. No offense to shoes, but that is where they belong.

Accessories like myself are not used to such depths. We prefer being higher up. I'd flip my hair if I had some. So here I am on the floor looking up when I'm used to looking down. It’s cold down here. My feet, if I had feet, are getting contaminated with dirt, grime, bacteria you name it. I'm just not fit for upper dwelling anymore until I'm properly cleansed, which you won't do. The master that I have served so well is dancing around me. The shoes are laughing at me. I would have been much better off in the display case with light tissue paper stuffing, staring out at the wonders of the department store. I would still have my manufactured figure. I'd be a spectacle of leather and hardware perfection.
But alas, tis not so. I'm down here where feet should be. Where dogs walk and kids drop ice cream. If I could only use this penny I've been holding onto for weeks to make a wish, it would be that somehow my last act of despair reaches Baglady's website. May the Purse gods hear my plea.


Signed,

A Purse Sitting on the Floor

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Dear PSOTF,

I hear you the readers hear you and we will get this message to your unworthy master!


BG

Thursday, April 9, 2009

Jai HO!



So I'm "ethumbing" through some celebrity gossip sites and I stubbled upon that pretty chick that was in Slumdog Millionaire, you know Fritos Pinto?..well apparently she was in Paris for Fashion week and I noticed her shopping bag and thought damn what she get for FREE, by the size of the bag must be some Chanel jewelry or some Chanel scarves, something!Until I read a lil further and saw that she was INDEED at the Chanel Show and "that" was one of her gifts for attending, **looking around** what is "that'?? I'm lost in the sauce here, Where is my ONstar button? Where is the picture of the gift?!?!? I wanna see it!!! I mean is it INSIDE the Shopping bag??

No Divas, the shopping bag IS the gift.

This is the latest in Chanel's must have accessories for spring...Its made out of 100 % leather and just a cool $2625.. get into it.



DenyseG.

Sunday, April 5, 2009

Misrocking That Purse Like...



I don’t know which is harder for me to visually process. An ugly purse, a fake purse, or a person misrocking a purse. Yes I just created that word. “Misrocking” is the act of rocking an accessory or article of clothing in an inappropriate way. Misrocking.
Purses are like people; they come in all shapes and sizes. Just like people have to dress according to their shape and size, purse wearing requires that same attention. Here are some of the top purse wearing and misrocking violations that I have witnessed.

1.Purse too little, you’re too big: Wearing a tiny little purse against a large frame results in making the frame look even larger. It’s not flattering at all. Remember that a bag in an accessory, it should serve to accentuate the positive. The Louis Vuitton pouchette helped to create this madness. When it was discovered that you could have an authentic bag for $140 bucks (this was over 10 years ago) folks went haywire. Then the bootleggers started selling them for $40. Those poor little bags were getting lost underneath an arm somewhere between roll 1 and 3. You could see chicks damn near having to cut the strap to get the pouchette off of their arm. Not a good look by any means. In this instance you aren’t using your purse as an accessory; rather than torturing the poor thing. You’re misrocking.

2.Death by Purse: I use this term to describe the phenomena of a person wearing a bag that is the same size or larger than their entire person. Shout out to Eva Longoria on this one. Hello is there a person walking with that bag? The bag is swallowing you whole and we cannot focus on its hotness because we are too worried that you are going to disappear into the bag, never to be seen again. You’re misrocking.

3.Name brand is always right: Wrong. Labels are great and we love them and this whole website is inspired by the existence of a label. However, do not let labels get you into a fashion police situation. If your outfit is complete and all you need is a bag to set it off, choose the most eye catching bag you have, not the most expensive one. Unless of course, that is the most eye catching. Its overkill and under style. You’re misrocking.

4.Speedy 101: This is strictly for my classic Damier or Monogram canvas speedy owners. Isn’t it just the cutest thing that your skinny little arm can fit all the way into the handles up the speedy and you can wear it on the shoulder? Great, now stop it. Bags with top handles are made to be carried in the hand or hanging on the forearm. If you want a shoulder bag get a hobo style bag or be a bamma and get the strap they have for speedys. You’re misrocking.

5.Is your bag…full? I’m sure I’m going to step on some toes with this one. Ladies and Gents who wear murses, stop overstuffing your purses. You are killing the shape of the bag, and you are killing me! If you have to struggle to zip your purse then you need a bigger purse. I would never go so far as to suggest someone reduce the amount of unnecessary items they carry in that particular bag. You’re misrocking.

Misrocking can go for any act of inappropriate rocking (wearing, sporting, styling, etc for those special folks out there). Leave your comments here, or on the chat box and tell me about instance where you think someone has misrocked a purse..ha! Fellas you too…I try not to leave you out and I’m sure someone in your clique is wearing that Yankee fitted too far down on his head. I’m sure one of your homeboys has some corn rows that start ¾ of the way toward the back of his head. I’m sure one of your homies can take off at least one of his Taliban scarves. You see where I’m going? Let me hear it!

BagLady



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