The Perfect Purse

I have not bought myself a new purse in -- wait for it -- six years. The woman who made all the purses I carry closed her Etsy shop, and since then I haven't seen any purses I like anywhere (mostly because they're poorly made, too expensive, not practical, etc.) But my old purses are literally falling apart now, so I thought I'd try to thrift one. When I saw this purse on ShopGoodwill.com, I couldn't believe it was in the exact pink/white/gray palette that I happen to love. And it's made of faux leather. And it looks roomy and sturdy. And it whispered my name.

It was meant to be mine, so of course I bid on it, and won the auction with no challengers.

Since it's spotless, smells new, has no dings or marks, and arrived with protective film on the hardware, I'm positive that it's never been used.

Here's a screenshot of the manufacturer's page on the purse, which they retail for $49.99. I paid $7.99 for mine. Savings: $42.00

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