I know I know... what is Gie doing with another new purse bag?

Swearing off retail therapy is not what I do best. Sticking to self-made promises ain't my forte neither...

The Best Friend and I were window-shopping while I complained endlessly about this. I thought a cuppa Godiva Dark Mint Choco Shake would have calmed me down but still... Then my eye caught hold of an worn-out-looking purse bag.

"Man I could swing this purse across her face," I thought out loud. Visual of an horizontal stroke plays before me.

I casually stretched out my hand to bring forth the bag for a closer look. One feel of the texture and whiff of the material; LEATHER! The warm rich musky smell of leather enthralls me. Can anyone get orgasm just by taking deep breaths of leather?

Normally I wouldn't be attracted to the looks of such bag. But it feels so right on me. (Or at least that's what I think) I swung the bag front and back and thought the purse bag could come in handy when I need to whack the life outta molesters or robbers. Swing it and whack 'em! Hmm... and a sale item too... An approval from The Best Friend, I made a beeline for the cashier.

All I did was to rub on a good dollop of Nivea cream and voila! Baby's got its colour back and now is as good as new.

Who wants to have a firsthand taste of a cow leather purse bag swat in the face?