The girls...

Christina: 22-year-old living in Small-ish Town, West Coast. Lives with and loves BF. Has too many exes, some with interesting stories, some... not so much. Is still trying to figure out what to do now that her bff, Courtney, is two states away... again.
Courtney: 22-year-old living in Smaller Town, West Coast. Living alone, single and loving it. Has lots of scandalous stories to share. Missing her bff, but is excited about this new journey! Looking for Mr. Right, but will settle for Mr. Right now...

Behind the name...

Sex and the City + the Sisterhood of the Traveling Pants + The Sweetest Thing...
Part young girl, part grown woman... a little bit of fashion, a little bit (well, hopefully a LOT) of sex... and probably more booze than what's healthy. We started this blog hoping to start a chronicle of our lives, now hundreds of miles apart, as best friends... with the help of a fabulous handbag, of course!

It has arrived!

Today was the day. Well, actually-- yesterday was the day. I just wasn't here when the mail came. I ripped open the box and found the beautiful giraffe print purse in my hands.

Just a little F.Y.I. for you (and everyone else reading this): Christina & I are actually doing a journal and a blog for this. The journal is so that it can possibly be passed along and be kind of a cool thing for our children to maybe read someday [when they've grown old enough to hear about our outrageous pasts...] and of course it will contain our not-so-anonymous names, instead of our awesomely chosen "Courtney" and "Christina" from The Sweetest Thing.

So today I transferred from my "oh-so-loved-but-I've-gotten-overstuffed" Coach bag belongings to the new purse: the 5 tubes of lip gloss, 11 sticks of gum (that had of course fallen and gotten lost at the bottom of it), an extra pair of earrings, my wallet, my Blackberry, checkbook, a few pieces of mail, a winter hat, 2 pairs of gloves, Tylenol, touch-up make-up, anti-bacterial hand sanitizer, a memory card reader, Kleenex, Nipple Nibblers, Vanilla Bean Noel lotion (mmmm!), 9 bandaids, 2 pens, 4 condoms (you never know!), andddd a partridge in a pear tree.

The new giraffe print satchel is about 4 times the size of the Coach bag. Ohh the glory of having extra room in a purse! I could seriously carry an extra sweatshirt, gloves, and my beloved College Town mascot print rain boots inside the purse (which I have to fucking wear because of the fact that it decided to start snowing this weekend). I hate snow. I love looking at it, hate driving in the shit.

Well, since I didn't get out really at all today (just once for a quick errand), I didn't get to really try it out very well. I did, however, notice in the 15 minutes I was using it, that the shoulder straps keeps falling down whenever I have it on my shoulder, and there is a fake zipper pocket on the inside! Seriously! What's the purpose of a fake zipper? I mean, it unzips, zips, but there's definitely not a purpose for it since there isn't a place it zips and unzips to!

Alright, well, you'll hear from me soon. Probably later tonight.

exes and oh!'s,
Court

2 comments:

  1. Marissa said...
     

    I just love this idea! So cute, a great concept! It's so cool that you're documenting here, and in journal form for your future kids! Can't wait to read about all the adventures.

  2. That damn expat said...
     

    A fake zipper? Wtf?
    I'm obsessed with Diesel purses!

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