Pre-party pantsless purse-related ponderings.

It's now 3:12pm on a Saturday. I have approximately 3 hours and 18 minutes before I have to put pants on. And dust.

That's only because someone is coming to my house to retrieve me. We have a Tacky Tourist Party to attend this evening. My lifestyle is one of class and glamour.

Yeehaw.

Side note, I'm pretty sure my pup is 'leaking' again. She's laying at my feet and I am catching a whiff of pee. I know it's not me and MB's not home. That leaves one culprit who may need to go back on leakage meds. (sigh)

Anywhatsthatsmell, I was told that I could not attend said Tacky Tourist Party unless I had a tacky outfit on.

Unfortunately, I don't own any Hawaiian shirts or tshirts that say 'Maryland is for Crabs' or 'Virginia is for Lovers' or the like. I do have several Berlin Fiddlers Convention tshirts, but those aren't tacky. Bluegrass is cool.

Don't challenge me on that. I'll beat you with a banjo.

So, I went to the local Goodwill to find myself some sort of tacky tshirt. I ended up finding this:

I think it's funny.

I also discovered that Target had just dropped off some stuff at the Goodwill.
Woohoo!

I could've spent all day in that store, but I controlled myself. I found a great fleece jacket for $3.50 from Target. It's a perfect fit and I heart it.

I also found this little gem...

It's a Nine West purse that I paid $4.00 for.

I was so excited. I almost giggled with glee, grabbing any Goodwill customer within reach to squeal with delight over my fantastic find.

I didn't though. I feel like they would frown upon that.

My fantastic find is in perfect condition, except for one thing. It's been cut. There is a 1 1/2 inch cut in the leather bottom that cuts through into the fabric lining. It's a perfect incision.

I've been wondering how this possibly could've happened. Maybe a blind date gone wrong where the sociopathic mystery man tried to stab the previous purse owner who was able to use her purse as a deflection. She couldn't use the purse without reliving the near death experience that was her blind date and she donated her purse.

That's an awfully clean cut to fit that scenario though.

Maybe the zipper locked up somehow, requiring the previous purse owner to slice through the bottom in order to retrieve her keys with only minimal damage. Then, maybe she fixed the zipper but couldn't live with the flawed bottom and decided to donate the purse.

It could also be some sort of covert operation to retrieve a piece of candy from the purse without attracting attention, but that really doesn't make any sense.

This will haunt me.

In the meantime, I have repaired the incision and I love my fantastic find.

I've blabbed on long enough. I really do need to go pick up my migraine meds, get some hair dye (because omg, my grays are showing), put some freakin pants on and dust pick up my underwear from the floor before being whisked off to the Tacky Tourist Party.

Happy Saturday peeps!

Are you doing anything that requires pants or dusting?