Investing.
In DKNY bags.
It began, as all good shopping adventures do, in Manchester. In the former Kendals, now House of Fraser, to be precise, and a 30% off sale on the ground floor. It was a matter of wondering which bag was coming home with me, not was a bag coming home with me.
A black leather Hudson bag was the lucky winner.
But it remained in my wardrobe for a few days, I was actually too scared to use it, lest my fingerprints, or toddler-daughter's fingerprints find it.
But, luckily for me, HoF had only just begun their sales, and I found a perfect quilted bag on sale. Ordered, and it arrived, free, at my local branch, the next day.
The bag is infinitely more squeezable, and so I returned the Hudson, after briefly misplacing the receipt (bit scary).
Even now the bag sits in Plymouth's HoF, full-priced and alone, amongst the monogrammed and patent DKNY which I just can't cope with.Clearly Devonshire people are scared of the smooth leather, too.
And lo, last week their 70% off sale popped into my inbox, and I found a gorgeous tan leather DKNY, for about 45% off.
So I invested, with the theory that someone may like to club together to buy the bag from my for my summer birthday.
Win!
And it's definitely a bag I won't be afraid to stroke.
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