Different Year, Same Story

I went home last night and instead of uploading the remaining pictures to conclude my Montreal recap, I just watched multiple episodes of Vampire Diaries. So yeah, vampires over blogging. I actually avoided watching the show because I'm the biggest scaredy cat but I'm obsessed now. Such a good show. Anywho, let's move on to the point of this post.

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Every year it’s the same story. I advise Sean, “please do not get me a gift on Valentine’s Day” but every year he refuses to listen. I think it is so unfair that he buys a gift to give to me on his birthday and I tell him all the time. I just believe that on his birthday he should be receiving gifts and not the other way around.

This year he surprised me with a Michael Kors bag. To be honest, when I first saw it I instantly thought, “This is so not my style.”
I know, I know, how ungrateful. But I just thought it; I didn’t say it out loud so I should get points there, right? Right.

I began to think of all the types of Michael Kors bag that I would like and then it hit me that it would just look like bags that I already own. The bag he bought me I have nothing like it.

It is big, it is shiny, it is silver and it screams “look at me, look at me”.

A few years ago, I would have asked for the gift receipt to exchange but I’m me today.

He went to whatever store it was. Felt out of place. Looked through tons of bags to pick something that he thought I would love but didn’t already own. He did that, for me.

An hour after receiving the bag, I picked it up and held it high above my head. And I told the bag, “I will fall in love with you.” And you know what? I kinda have. It is not my style. I never would have bought this on my own. But I love it and I’m going to proudly rock it.

Thank you babe for not knowing me, enough to know me. If that even makes any sense.

p.s. Next year, maybe a pair of Chanel sunglasses will do ;).