Oh I am so spoiled, so rottenly spoiled.
Every year for my silly little birthday my sweet, sweet sister sends me a handbag from Anthropologie, squeals! She really doesn't have to and of course she shouldn't have and I truly find it all too much to accept but she's done it for the past five or six years and I have come to expect this most luxurious kind of spoiling, and so when the box arrived in the post, well, I convinced myself that it would be oh so fine if it were an afghan or such and then I tore through the packaging, oh the sweet packaging, have you ever seen such sweetness, and...
I'm a grateful girl!
That last silly shot is of birthday girl me in Waikiki sporting last year's bag and a slightly martini induced smile.