Shoulda Put a Ring On It

“Just give me a really big closet!” Carrie told Big.

I was talking to a guy about how unnecessary and excessive I thought a diamond ring was—and engagement one, that is. I’m not a fan of the conventional or tradition, really, and if I wanted a diamond ring, I’d get it for me. I’m not to be bought!

On that note, I’ve been on this whole self-love campaign lately, and though at the risk of sounding repetitive, I’m willing to say it again: You have to love and accept you—in essence, marrying yourself—before you can commit to any one person for the rest of your life.

But I digress. I told him I’d rather something more practical. A simple silver band would be sufficient enough (I’m already an avid cocktail ring wearer). Or, better yet, profess your love to me with a bag. A great, big bag. Black, soft, buttery leather.  Designer with a Capital D. It’d be far more practical and useful now, wouldn’t it?

Carrie’s got the right idea.

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bises! x

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