What happens in Vegas, stays in Vegas….or at least most of it. What about the weight we gain from overeating? The massive hangover we carry onto the plane? The skin cells flaking off of our bodies from sunburn? (I guess some of that stays in Vegas.) The debt from gambling? Can that stay? No. Not even the hot guy you met likely stays. But there`s one thing for sure I don’t want staying in Vegas… my Bunnie Bag.
![[@ missomnimedia]](http://tsyan.files.wordpress.com/2009/08/clv41.jpg "Chanel @ Encore, Las Vegas")
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I went to Las Vegas. A long anticipated and much overdue trip with my 3 best GFs. The first time I went, which was 2 years ago, I came home with an empty wallet and a bunch of junk. So this time, I vowed to be smart about what I bought. I’m a shopaholic. I’m an impulsive shopper and I buy things everything I like because I need it. As human beings, we have to satisfy our basic needs in order to survive and for me, this is it. Note: NEEDS, not wants – there’s a clear distinction. That’s right. I’m THAT girl. My living space is stuffed with stuff, cluttered with clutter. I’ll show you one day.
So, while in Vegas, I had to be very diligent with my purchases. I was so diligent that during the first couple of days, I bought (practically) nothing at all. I had a goal in mind: to make one sensible purchase that I would be really happy about. It would have to be something glamorous yet practical, and I would have to loveit. Thoughts of the Stam bag by Marc Jacobs crossed my mind. I’ve wanted it for quite some time… but I quickly dismissed the idea – I wasn’t prepared to spend that much…
Somehow, we ended up in the Chanel store at the Bellagio hotel. Somehow, we spent what felt like centuries playing dress up with accessories and drooling over bags. And somehow, I ended up walking out with a Chanel bag accompanied by a receipt with digits triple the amount I had originally intended to spend.
So in the end, I may have broke the bank, but it was completely worth it, right? I am selflessly giving in to Chanel’s marketing efforts and stimulating the American economy. AND over the last while Chanel bags have been appreciating, which makes it a damn good investment… an asset. Besides, I really deserve it. I didn’t buy anything else. And for a shopaholic of my calibre, that’s appalling. Every girl knows, a timeless and classic piece is always a good purchase… right?? Right. Good, I don’t feel so bad.
What happens in Vegas, doesn’t always have to stay in Vegas. So it’s okay. You can come home baby.
xo Bunnie.
PS. To my BFFs, thanks for your support and for chasing away all feelings of guilt.
Oh and yes, I’m really happy.
The Creme Cup lipstick by MAC is one of my favorites. Sorry, my picture doesn’t give a true representation of the color – flash does deceiving things! {So does super shiny gloss.} So thank me for the swatch to the left, to the left. :)
