Sweater: Mudd, Kohl's
Necklaces: The Tote Trove (but you knew that)
Bracelets (left to right): Burlington Coat Factory, Cloud Nine, B Fabulous, Target
Ring: PinkBopp
I pledge allegiance to this bag of the United States of accessories. I think that it's the cat's pajamas of carryalls (sorry, but PJs are my world now), and its spacious skies and purple-in-the-right-light mountains' majesty have got me getting all patriotic.
Correction; there are always frenemies. Hopefully these days they don't fly your tampon up the flagpole.
But back to the ride or die Delia's. Nostalgic or not, there's a danger in rebooting something beloved. "It's not the same!" the purists will cry, righteously rambling on about how much better things were in their day. But I prefer Delia's 2.0 to the original, which could sometimes skew toward grunge. It's girlier and more colorful, just like the fashion in movies. Oh, parallel universe of make-believe, you never fail to amaze me. Your larger-than-life brilliance shines a light on even the darkest of demons, transforming them into something cute and bright until they look like the crew from Monsters, Inc.
It's nice that old things can become new again without losing the thing that made them new in the first place.
In other words, Delia's -- and America, too -- you're a grand old bag, you're a high flying bag.
Forever in peace may you rave.