Swingy Pants and a Magenta Bag

About a week ago, I went to the Fireworks in my local mall and fell in love with a bag. It was magenta with green cherry blossoms, leather, and absolutely huge. There was a smaller brown version, but I am particularly enamored of pink in general, not to mention that brown does not look awesome with black pants, which is what I mostly wear. So, after almost an hour of deliberation in the store this morning, I decided that

a) the bag is adorable.

b) it is totally big enough for knitting projects, notebooks, textbooks, and even probably a toothbrush and clean t-shirt for the odd sleepover. Or maybe an elephant.

c) it has pockets so I don't have to scrape the bottom of my bag for my keys and phone. This has been driving me batshit lately.

d) hi, my name is Cory and magenta rocks my socks.

So I bought it and tried not to wince at the price of $95. (Teeny little Coach bags go for much more, right?) The girl at the cash register noticed that I was wearing my crocodile/birdie necklace, which was also from Fireworks. I love most things in there, even if some are wildly impractical. Speaking of wildly impractical, these pants are from a recent vintage haul at Stella in Issaquah, which I can't say enough wonderful things about. The owner goes to estate sales and finds lots of old, often designer things, like high-waisted, flared, black polka dot pants. I nearly died of fabulousness when I found these. I've already worn them twice - once to a 4th of July party at a friend's house, and another time out and about.

In conclusion, my swingy pants and I are going to Charleston class tonight. Yesssss!