Last year, after spending 30+ hours babysitting little Kristoff, and being paid a good amount of money for my time, I decided to reward myself with you, my lovely leather Stine Goya bag. And though I still don’t exactly know how to pronounce your designer’s name, I cherish you. You’ve been with me through it all, school, work, dates, camping, etc. You’ve been there to hold everything from homework to 40s, and to this day, it amazes me that even after placing you in a puddle of Rockstar, you still only have one stain. So, here’s to you, my favorite purse, you were worth every penny!
I need to clean you out.
Please ignore my sunburnt face.