Pursehaps We Should Hug


Details:ย  Jeans | Shoes | Top | Purse | Belt


XXXX and even more Xs. Thats the new mantra for February. Normally people would be like ugh Xs thats so dark, whats wrong with you, go get a boyfriend or something you ex eyed individual. But no no kind reader, let me explain myself. You see, in the language of love (which I am fluent in, trust me) Xs mean hugs and hugs are warm and toasty and usually smell like cinnamon or some Old Spice. And you know who (or should I say what) can give you the best hug all month, every year, for the rest of your life?


That’s right, purses.

They have a thin soft strap that you can fit perfectly over your shoulder and across your body. They smell like heavenly leather/cloth/last nights perfume. They keep you warm on a cold day as you can stuff your hand into the fur/fabric interior of the main bag. They even hold everything for you so you have free arms to hug even more people. They are so diverse any outfit will go with them. Should I go on? Because I could for the rest of this page and many more pages.

Is your mouth now watering excessively for some of your own deluxe purse hugging? While on your way to the doctor’s office to get that checked out you might want to scroll through some of these beauties I found for you. Treat yo self, you know, it’s been a long year you deserve it.





These also make great Valentine’s Day gifts (wink wink). Treat yo hunny.

Pursed lips…Katherine


Buh Bye 2017



So it’s 12:01 AM January 1st 2018 right now. I keep pinching myself as I stare at the little electrical clock on the oven. I must be dreaming, 2017 can’t be over yet. But nope I’m very much awake (I did drink 5 cups of some pretty strong coffee so I’m sure I couldn’t even be asleep right now if I wanted to). As my leg jiggles under the table and my hands shake in my lap I try to replay the whole year in my head.

I replay last New Year’s Eve as confetti floats through the air and I drunkly (drunk with sleep deprivation duhhh) take a selfie. I fast forward a couple weeks to Mardi Gras and I’m again catching a bead and giggling at weird people with my friends. Oh my now it’s Easter and I’m eating a huge ham (sorry not eating, staring at, I don’t eat meat remember). Next prom replays as I finish my makeup in my best friend’s room and then as I balance a sushi roll on my fork in a dimly lit restaurant and finally as I do a graceful pirouette on the dance floor to some rap song no one has ever heard. Now it’s summer with the sun beaming down on me laying next to the pool my phone clutched in my hand (gotta stay social). Woah now I’m at a school football game with my sisters clapping for the wrong team and almost falling down some steps. Homecoming flashes by as I dance and eat oysters and sip sparkling water. My birthday, Thanksgiving, Black Friday, and Christmas blink past. I’m laughing and crying all at the same time as I re-experience each downfall and rise 2017 had to offer.

Finally I’m back in the present and I’m staring down at my computer a blinking cursor on a blank word document flashing in my tired eyes. The whole year of 2017 certainly was a trip, but I have this weird psychic feeling 2018 will be even better. As I finish this last sentence my hands have finally stopped shaking and my legs sit silently beneath the table, I think the caffeine is finally leaving my system taking with it the anxiety of another year lost.

Fancy glass clink…Katherine