That same afternoon I was doing a little unrelated research via the trusty Google engine and discovered that Stella McCartney had made a Cavendish bag. Intrigued, I clicked on the link and saw that it was the selfsame bag I had liked chez Vogue!
Ah, gentle reader, through the alchemical reaction of surprise, appeal, with a touch of smug, that bag I liked no more. No--now I DESIRED it, as it was obviously the material manifestation of my discerning subconscious's ability to KNOW what naturally should belong to me.
Or so I thought till I typed that last paragraph. Because I don't even really like the bag *that much*--it was just the convergence of the metaphorical stars that temporarily convinced me I did.
So although my stars lined up--for a split second--I'm glad that McCartney had the sense to scatter hers on the bag above.
Gentle readers, have you ever unwisely fell under an item's spell because of its name?
1 comment:
I'm a signs and wonders girl and see great meaning in some items (a name, a symbol.) I've learned not to give in as I've made some expensive shopping mistakes they way. I have to love it, not assume it's meant to be (applies to men too btw!)
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