bang bang (my baby shot me down)

2.jpgLast year I made the confession that I am not a purse person. I have to make a point of buying a new bag once a year. If not, I will happily use the same one until it falls to bits and pieces. This I’ve done before. 

If you have already read the previous post, then you will also know that I finally visited the most amazing clothing store that I discovered through Instagram. One of my many purchases from that store was, you guessed it, a new purse! This one is by the brand Liebeskind, which literally translates to “child of love.” Based on my German background, the name, the colour (Watermelon), and its overall uniqueness were the biggest reasons why I went ahead and bought it. Plus it’s so soft! Also, the sale price did help.

3.jpg1.jpgSo here it is, my Bonnie Vintage Leather Handbag! I hope that you get the significance of this title now that you know the name of the bag.

4.jpgIt really is the cutest little purse. If you have not yet owned anything by Liebeskind, you must go track it down and get all touchy-feely with their items! You will never be the same.  In a good way.

<3

Emory

3 Comments

  1. Super cute! I, too, have to be forced into buying a bag. It’s just so hard to find the perfect one, so when you do you never want to let it go!

    XOXO
    Becca | Ladyface Blog

  2. Wow! Such a gorgeous bag. Love the colour. I never used to be a bag person either but then one day – bam! I need a new bag currently and am on the hunt. Great blog. -Stephanie of Project Wanderslust.

  3. I love it soo much ! that’s really pretty !

  • Welcome, friends! My name is Emory. I am a wife, mother of two (one earthside and one with the angels), and an animal rescuer. This is our life on the Canadian prairies.
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  • I was intending for this video to only be in my stories. After watching it again and again, I decided to post it in my feed as well. I wish to never forget moments like these. Remy’s typical game of asking to go in her crib only to throw everything out of it and pretend to go to sleep. Or her new one- taking her rings in with her and playing with them (after she throws everything out, of course). She makes me say every colour before going to the next one. Then she stacks them up, gets out, and shelves the toy until we have to repeat the game all over again. I let her make her messes all while trying to spend every spare minute with her. These are our days and rituals. I don’t know about you, but I certainly don’t wake up with this much energy.
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