Stefanie Wissmann
Staff Writer
My mother owns two purses.
One is tan canvas and as soon as Labor Day passes she trades it in for her black leather one.
The columns and pictures that declare that red nylon purses are all the rage do not persuade her. When she walks through a department store, she goes straight to what she needs and doesn’t linger by the shelves of beautiful bags just begging to be filled with wallets and lip gloss and car keys.
As you can probably tell, I do not take after my mother in her streamlined approach to bags. I love looking at my closet and seeing the over-door hooks bulging with purses, backpacks, messenger bags and totes.
I love that I have a few sassy purses that can jazz up any outfit.
I love when I’m getting ready for school in the morning I get to transfer all my stuff from one bag to another.
Fortunately for my bank account, my quantities of bags are not all “quality.” Whenever I find myself tempted to buy a $200 bag I remind myself that I could buy 20 bags at Sam Moon in Dallas for the same amount.
For those of you who don’t know about Sam Moon, all I can say is that next time you find yourself in Texas mosey on down to this emporium that is filled to the brim with purses of every color, size and style imaginable. Handbag heaven.
If you can’t get to the Lone Star state, check out www.sammoon.com to get in the mood. Or you can just come by my apartment and I’d be glad to tell you about the great deal I got on my hot pink Kate Spade knock-off — $11 — or my Huntington Beach Surf and Sport backpack — $8 — and I’ll have you convinced that when it comes to bags you can never have too many.
I guess I’ll have to convince my mom first.
— Have a fashion fetish? E-mail Sefanie Wissmann at stefanie.wissman@pepperdine.edu
October 03, 2002