The human handbag – moi?

After the mouse incident, Victoria and I headed into town. It’s her last week of holiday and I want to take all the opportunity to spend some quality time together.  Recently a new boutique opened up not far from where I live. I was pleasantly surprised to realise that it was a genuine vintage store, selling YSL and Valentino clothes among others  from the 1950’s to 1980’s. I was lucky to find one black crocodile purse and a snake skin clutch. Yes I know, I deserve to be shot, and turned into a human handbag. But I so happen to love vintage bags, and besides these animals died sometime post World War II.

We ended our day in town doing some baby shopping to the improvised sitting room-turned-baby room. I am now technically ready for D-Day.

Ending the day with a cappuccino and a magazine

Victoria is showing her mad streak

Vintage handbags

Sitting room-turned-baby room

part II