Viv Pickle is here
Published by Becky S May 25th, 2004 in miscellaneous fluffBack in April, I struggled with the lure of consumer whoredom versus The Man’s evil purse plot. The consumer whore won that round, and below is the result: a super-cool pink and maroon small Viv Pickle messenger bag. I’m the most popular girly-girl in the office today (an unusual event).
Extreme envy!
Gigantic jealousy!
Crazed with covetousness!
check out that bag, pretty cool! i bet it goes perfectly with that short black skirt you’re wearing today. are your toes exposed, too?!
WOW!
think pink girl wants to mug trendy girl in the stairwell–dump contents of purse and run like the wind with said trendy item–never giving a crap about said brand name or style, simply drawn, like the magpie, to shiny pink-ness.
in engilsh–GIMME THAT BAG!
I’m only trendy when I’m under the influence of the bag lady (above). She is my girly-girl mentor. This is the first time that people have coveted my accessories!
When you are done with it, you can send it to me. Things that cool won’t hit Hopkinsville for at least a year or two!!
When you are done with it, you can send it to me. Things that cool won’t hit Hopkinsville for at least a year or two!!
Hi Paigerina,
Yeah, I think Viv Pickle is expanding to the west coast this year; however, she didn’t say anything about Kentucky. I don’t think I’ll be done with this bag anytime soon!
I’ll bet if you watched old episodes of the Mod Squad you would see Julie carrying a bag just like that.
As one who resisted consumer whoredom at the girlie-girl festival sponsored by the bag lady–I am having second thoughts. The bag is fantastic–I’m so proud of you for going for it. The inside reminds me of Mick Jagger’s tongue (don’t overinterpret that).
What? Mick Jagger’s tongue? Listen, feel free to post threats about mugging me and stealing the bag, but don’t be sayin’ my supercool new purse looks like someone’s tongue!
it’s really very beautiful. my goodness, i can’t stop looking at it!
Viv is the queen of teasedom if not whoredom. First, she displays her wares and offers them for a price. Then she invites us to particpate in the project by making decisions about quality. After that we haggle a little over the price of her services. Then we make arrangements for a time to consumate the agreement. By this time, anxiety and desire are at a fever pitch. Visions of collapsing with passion are flashing in our heads.
THEN, she throws cold water on our steaming bodies. “You can’t pay for it over the internet” she says.
Our shoulders sag our heartrate subsides our muscles relax and the thrill is suddenly gone. What a disappointment. Never again will I trust a bag lady.