How Many Years Bad Shopping Luck?

A few weeks ago I was shooting a whole bunch of accessories photos (which you haven’t seen yet) that required me to rummage around in my closet for suitable items to match my theme. Let me add that the flooring in my apartment consists of ceramic tiles that not a few dishes and glasses have fallen victim to in the past ten years.

I can now add a handbag to that lamentably lengthy list.

Admittedly this bag was a cheapie, new old stock found at a Salvos’ for $10. What do you think it went for retail? Forty bucks? But I liked its brash studs, chain handle and the super-size bling in the form of copper-coloured, mirrored glass. So Eighties. It was a bargain … except for the fact it only had one real outing!

As I poked around in a large cloth bag where I keep some of my small evening bags, it fell out. This should not have been enough to cause damage, but the cheap glue attaching the bling to the faux lizard skin gave way, and one of the little mirrors went smash on the floor.

…one of the little mirrors went smash on the floor.

I gazed at it mournfully for a few moments before I tenderly picked up the fragments and placed them on a bench. I knew I would never find a replacement piece. Ever the true professional, I decided instantly that the bag would have a lovely send-off in the form of a SNAP tribute … and then I carried on with the business of the day. The bag still featured in the accessories shot, its disfigurement obscured by a gold metal mesh bag.

But surely for such a little fashion crime I would only be penalised a few days’ bad shopping luck? Certainly no more than a month …