highschool skaters at heart

i've been purse shopping for a few weeks now.  (side notes: 1. this post really is just about a purse - feel free to skip it. and 2. i don't online shop because i think i would get addicted so i do things the old fashioned way, the hard way - i walk. i walk to every store in center city on my days off and look for the purse i wish i could just sit down and sew for myself) so i've been close to finding what i want but then it's always either a million dollars (because its designer) or i love it but then i turn it around and it has some dumb giant leather flowers sewn onto it or a million grommets on one side.  anyway, it's been frustrating. but today that all changed.  i found it. not black, and not what i was imagining, but every time i looked at it i envied the imaginary owner for having what i wanted.  it's a little bit like love.  (maybe?)  and this time - when i turned it to see what stupid things were on the other side...instead...it had a volcom tag.