Footcandy.... Well actually arm candy

Well last Sunday I was strolling down Santana Row (Well, it was more of a mad rush from store to store) purchasing as many things as I could hold. Its my little secret tradition to delicately glide into Footcandy and stare, mouth slightly agape, at the Manolos and Louboutins, knowing that not even in my wildest dreams will I ever be able to convince my mother that they are a necessity and therefore worth buying. But even though I usually enter to worship the shoes, I found something else worth salivating over, a Valentino Handbag. It's a showstopper piece, and a bag that has to be the center piece of an outfit, but its worth it. Each blue rose is an individually coiled length of taffeta, which makes it look more like a florist's bridal masterpiece rather than a designer purse. Available in blue and pink, I was completely torn between which to crave more. My quickly snapped picture, which had just been texted to three of my most fashionable friends, was greeted by the oohs, ahhs and ohmigods of Valentino envy. Sadly at the rate my money disappears at Urban Outfitters, its virtually impossible that I will save up enough.

Yours poorly,

xxxhannah