On a reunion trip to California, I ended up with the dilemma of too much shopping indulgance and not enough baggage space to fit everything in. Hubby, the superman he is, comes to the rescue and heads over to the nearest department store. He comes back with some crazy lookin’ luggage set …..

Diva: No. No. NO.
*never let a man do the shopping for your fashion*

Hubby: It’s so you. Can you see?

Diva: No. No. NO.
*honey, I love you but there are just some things you shouldn’t be left alone to do*

Hubby: Now you won’t have problems identifying your luggage when it comes down the conveyor belt and I got such a good deal!

Diva: *i’m seriously not the animal print anything kind of gal*

So goes the story of how my serious obsession with the *fru* *fru* style of metro downtown fashion luggages came about. I’ve added to the collection since then and I take them everywhere. They’re so girly. So much space. And I get to wheel them around. How can a lowly bag compete with that? Sure, I get odd looks. But, I just adore them to pieces!

Now, here’s my wish list. Feel free to indulge me by buying a sexy piece of luggage for my birthday in two weeks. Hint. Hint. Hint.