One day about five years ago, I happen to say to my Best Friend, “You know. I’ve always liked Coach Bags.”

And from that moment forward it was instant corruption with her. She began to notice Coach Bags and specifically a pathwork bag she coveted. She surfed eBay for them and looked at them at the Coach website.

And I continued to just want one. Not any one in particular. Just one. AN Coach bag. I figured I’d know the second I saw it that it was the bag for me.

It’s kind of how I pick shoes. If they make me have the inhale gasp of wonder then that’s the pair for me.

Anyway. One day Best Friend was surfing on eBay and found her patchwork Coach that she’d been coveting all these long years. So she did what any normal, red-blooded female who shallowly obsesses about things. She bid on it. And won. And at a great price too, the ho.

So when she got her patchwork bag and hugged it and loved it and petted it…I know I couldn’t be left behind. Because like any normal, red-blooded female who has a best friend that has something she’s always wanted too…she goes and buys one, too.

Armed with MasterCard and dressed to kill, I headed to the mall where I sauntered into the Coach store. The experience was much like walking into DSW for the first time. I could swear I heard Hallelujah chorus somewhere in the background. I felt like a feral animal as I skittered from one bag to another, touching, petting, sniffing. I couldn’t decide which one. I talked to the sales associate, who was just lovely.

And then…I saw it. Sitting on it’s very own pedestal at the front of the store. How I missed it when I walked in, I don’t know. But there it was. All suede and leather and patchwork-y and looking just beautiful.

I had the inhale suck of wonder. I knew this would be the bag for me. I talked with the sales associate and she said it was one of their newer ones. She also said, “I haven’t seen anyone carry this bag, either.”

“Wrap it up.”

That’s all it took for me. So I walked out of there with my very first Coach purchase in the Coach shopping bag feeling rather smug. I figured it was high time I self-indulged in something completely frivolous. I never do that. And I deserve it after the hell of the last year and a half.

I think I’ve officially crossed the High Maintenance threshold.

A few days later I got a thank you card from the sales associate at the Coach store. I quickly text message my best friend to tell her.

The response I got?

“You bitch.”

*grin*