Happy Sunday!
Oh how I look forward to the weekends!
Weekends are great for catching up on chores… not! More like lounging
around in your comfy pi’s, sipping on piping hot – hot cocoa and watching Christmas
movies.. Okay, maybe that’s just us on this sunday night (the proof is on snapchat
@vlagoyda) , but needless to say I love the weekends. I love dressing up or dressing down,
or sometimes a little mixture of both. I paired this special fuchsia pink bag with this old
grey comfy cardigan and my trusty SW over-the-knee-boots.
Grey has been my favorite color to wear this season, other than an all white
or all black look, can’t go wrong with those… either.
I wanted to share a little story about this bag, and
why I love purses in general, so here goes:
A very long time ago, when I was maybe 4-5 years old, my childhood best friend, Arina and
I did everything together, and luckily for us our mothers were great friends too. We spent
almost everyday together; playing with homemade paper dolls or making mud soup. One
day our mothers decided to surprise us with these little plastic duffle like purses. Hers was
purple, and mine was red. Red was my mom’s favorite color, so naturally it was my favorite
color too. We felt like princesses with our purses, walking on cloud nine. I distinctively
remember we would sit in the front of the church with our purses on our lap like classy little
60-year-old ladies.. We just couldn’t believe that we had these beautiful little bags. So a
little while passed, and my family received acceptance to come to America. My mom told
me to pack my stuff for “America” so I did just that. I took my purse and stuffed it with a
notebook and pen for the plane, my little album (because every little kid in Ukraine had
their own album, even though it was empty), and a little doll called a poopsik (aka little
Russian baby doll). We had to leave for Kiev in the middle of the night, and it wasn’t until it
was too late when I realized I left my little purse behind. I cried the entire way for it.
Although I didn’t realize it until now, I think I left an important part my childhood behind.
Everything that I felt like was mine, I forgot. And ever since that point I loved purses. I
preferred them to dolls, toys, or anything else.
This purse in particular is special to me because it was my hubs choice as my college
graduation gift. Something I will always think of when I wear it.
Photography done by the one and only:
Kateryna Popik Photography
Adorable story and look! That bag is everything!
Omg…I know exactly how you feel!!!This is such a nice story.Thank you for sharing with us!!!