It was all over, I sat on the floor surrounded by a sea of open boxes and a blanket of torn wrapping paper, admiring my Christmas stash, when my husband suddenly appears around the corner holding a very large gold box, “we forgot one”, he said.
Say what! Get out of town….. the Michael Kors name could plainly be seen, wow-wasn’t expecting that. We just recently got a Michael Kors store at our mall and it was quite the talk of the town.
I open up the box which contained a felt bag with a very large brown Hamilton bag in it. Impressive and beautiful.
I am usually not the kind of girl who buys expensive bags, they are a “nice to have, but don’t need” in my book.
After the sticker shock wears off, I get super jazzed about my new bag.
A couple of days after Christmas, I load up the bag and we were off to mall.
The first thing I noticed about the bag was that after the paper was taken out, it was not keeping its nice shape and was dipping down in the middle. Hmmmm…is that supposed to happen?
While at the mall, I was using the shoulder strap, when you use the shoulder strap, the hand straps kinda fold down to the sides which resulted in it constantly poking me in my rib bone. Owee.
Gosh, I am not usually this picky about stuff, but I think when something is pricey, you tend to expect more out of it.
We walked around the mall for about an hour and I finally had to just stop and take this stinkin’ lead weight off my shoulder. I think there might have been an indention. Good lord, this bag is heavy!
Does this thing come with a warning?? I must have missed the fine print.
{ warning: carrying this bag may result in shoulder injury, rib breakage and general discomfort }
Who is this Michael Kors guy anyway, I googled him. He looks nice enough, but he did try to assault me with his purse. Ole Mikee might need to consider throwing in a coupon for free Orthopedic services with purchase from now on out.
I really wanted to love this purse, but sadly with it’s price tag, I just didn’t. The bag is now living back in the Micheals Kors store and waiting for its next victim. Beware~
Hey, it’s just my two cents.
xoxo
-stylishpiggy
stylishpiggy
Stylish Piggy 