A Teeny Confession About a Conflict of Total Unimportance

Fine. FINE. You've dragged it out of me. I confess. I bought a handbag.

Fun fact: I kind of made exactly this face about twenty seconds ago when Tim Gunn told Alexander his design was butt ugly on Project Runway. 

Background info. Normally in the winter I wear one coat, and it's usually a ski jacket/parka kind of thing, that's in a bright color and all that jazz. The problem comes in when I need something a little more subdued and...I guess grown-up? (blech!) and I'm all "Well, I've got this turquoise and lime jacket." In the past I have had a beast of a time finding something like a pea coat because I need a tall size for my long torso and long arms so I don't look like I'm wearing a three-quarter sleeve in the dead of winter. A few weeks ago I found one--it's a hunter and navy plaid, sized tall, fits great!! with perfect sleeves, and I got it on super-clearance so I feel like I got it for free. 

BUT, ever since I bought it I have been trying to think of what fabric would work with it for a new handbag. I love plaid, but couldn't overdo it. And many other prints would just not look good. I was seriously vexed (because for someone who could live in her yoga pants and oversized tees I do get slightly neurotic about small things like this). So I was in Target the other day and saw a bag that I liked. Wait until you see it--it's totally not what you'd expect of me.

It looks gray (the actual color is 'mushroom') but it's really that cross between gray and brown where it will look like either depending on what you pair it with. It's fabulously slouchy but also a bit chic. 

I know, I KNOW, how weird to post something like "I bought a handbag." But let me tell you--I don't know the last time I bought a handbag. If I look through my bags every one of them is handmade (except a red polka dot cross-body affair I bought last year because red polka dots). I don't know how many times I've looked at bags in stores and lingered, and walked away, telling myself that I make bags, therefore I don't need to buy them. But sometimes you just want to buy one, y'know? If I had been able to find fabrics that made my heart skip around the room I would surely have made one, though. Old habits are hard to break. 

How about you? Do you have weird conflicts about buying things you could make? Or are you over it? I hope this is the biggest problem I ever have to face, haha.