I've harped on about this bloody handbag story and I'm sure you'll be all like 'Dude! We actually waited for this!?!".
I think it's a tale of mystery and intrigue. A story that suggests dreams can come true.
It all began during my Christmas break. I was in Melbourne shopping for a bridesmaids dress with my favourite bitch in the entire world - super hot Houghy. Nesh, Hough and I were at Knox Shitty (those local Melbournites will know what I'm refering to). We'd made our way upstairs in Myer and I walked past the handbag dept, when something caught the corner of my eyes. It wasn't just any bag... it was MY BAG (by that I mean, it wasn't actually my bag... but it was begging to be mine). At the time, I didn't have much in the way of funds so I had to let it slide.
After we'd left, Nesh said next time she was in Myer she'd suss out the bag and buy it for me as a gift for taking her wedding photo's. Thankfully, I'd written down the style code and name - yeah, that's how much I loved the bag. Unfortunately, when she did go back, the bag was long gone.
Fast forward a few months, to just last week. I'd spent months searching online for this bag with no avail and had thought about it almost every day. I arrived in Melbs, it was fucking freezing and my bro needed to get a new phone. We braved the elements and headed out to Forest Hill. On our way out, Kat (my beautiful sis-in-law) said, 'Dudes! I forgot the Jahlsburg! Should I just grab it later or should we head back in and get it now?'. We debated and decided not to put off till later what we can do this moment (insightful, yes?)
On our way back to the car, I happened to take a glance to the right and noticed a Myer. I asked if they would mind if I headed in. Note: I'd only just been telling Kat about the bag scenario that very morning. I headed straight to the handbag dept. Checked out the Charlie Brown stand... it wasn't there. Just as I was about to give up all hope... a shining beacon of light fell upon the black leather Charlie Brown Zanzibar handbag. I ran towards it in slow motion. It smiled at me and said 'Where have you been all my life' (slight exaggeration).
I snatched Old Zanzibar up and ran towards the counter... The woman behind the counter was quite possibly the biggest woman I've ever laid eyes on. She smiled as I ran madly towards her, screaming 'Yes! Yes!'. Then she said, 'Did you notice if that was on the half price table?'. I had been so blinded by it's beauty I hadn't even checked. She waddled over... returned about 5 minutes later with beads of sweat pouring down her forehead and gave me the great news...
'It is half price!'
Oh... it's my bag alright! To you guys... it's quite likely just a black leather bag... kind of plain... and as Micko said 'I just don't know what all the fuss is about'. But for those of you who have pined for those perfect shoes, the right shade of lipstick, or handbag... then have had the universe deliver it months later... you'll know the sheer ecstacy of holding in your dear hands wanting never to let it go.
Born in the late 70s during the depths of a harsh Melbourne winter, in her mid 20s, Karls migrated to a much warmer climate - then back to the cooler climate and once again to a warmer climate. With all this to-ing and fro-ing, she's discovered that home is where the heart is... in her case, anywhere that serves ice cold beer.