Today I was on a mission, a mission to find an acid bright oversized clutch bag. I braved the Sunday world, recapped royal wedding moments with a copy of Grazia and my favourite bircher muesli and then made my way into the new Sydney city ZARA store. I only had to line up for a few moments before the security door men waved me through into the fashion frenzy. Women were running everywhere, trying things on and then casting them aside. Through the madness I spotted the perfect bag. Alone on a top shelf, I pushed purposefully through the crowd before someone else snatched it up. It was bright orange, a large soft rectangle, with a detachable chain. Just what I was looking for. I made a beeline for the cash register- I needed to get out, it was frantic. But alas, the cashier line was 50 people deep. I loved the bag, but not enough to wait for an hour. So I placed it back up on it's lonely shelf and left. But now I've been thinking about it all afternoon. I think I'll have to stop in early tomorrow morning before the shows start and give it a loving home.
