It was inevitable that I would pick up a few cultural traits along the way.
I admit it, I have a high maintenance diet.
And I wear extremely large sunglasses and yes, I have a collection of heels which are great at work for being tall but are the shoes of death at all other times.
My worst crime though, the oversized handbag (or purse as it’s called here). I’m guilty, I admit it. Sometimes there’s nothing in it but a phone and a pair of the above-mentioned very large sunglasses but it’s an LA essential and leaving home without it somehow feels naked.
My dilemma, having started packing is, are three handbags too many? I’m doing everything I can to squeeze bags inside bags; stuffed with socks, scarves, squirrel underpants and anything else small I can find.
I had to have the Hermes Birkin, I couldn’t help it, it was a lovely gift, and actually you can’t tell it’s fake. We’ve renamed it the Firkin (as in fake Birkin) to avoid any confusion. Living in LA one becomes accustomed to asking the question, “Real or Fake?” not always in reference to handbags and it’s not always easy to tell. So the Firkin is coming and I’m repacking… again!
|Not the fake Birkin