Having a friend who works at Coach (and gets 50% off) is kind of like knowing a high-profile drug dealer. As soon as people find out that I've got this connection, their eyes widen and their voices get low and they start saying things like "Can you hook me up?"
Since basically everything at Coach is over $200 even at half price, the sad truth is I have yet to be hooked up myself. But let me tell you, if I were going to meet my dear Coach dealer in a downtown alley, give her a wad of money disguised in a subtle handshake and mutter "So, you got the stuff?" (can you tell yet that I've never bought drugs?), the stuff I would most want her to pull out of her trenchcoat, my drugs of choice, would be these:
Basic. White. Gorgeous. Love it.
How badass would these be with bright tights and a girly dress?
Right now my wallet is this awesome silver clutch that I got for $5 at an estate sale, and I really like being able to say "Oh this? I got it for $5 at an estate sale" whenever people compliment me on it. "Oh this? I got it for $200 at Coach" definitely doesn't have the same smarmy ring to it, but still, this wallet is gorgeous.
And then there's this. Perhaps I should be ashamed for loving this, but I do. In fact, I love it so much that it makes me want to reenact that one jewelry commercial and run through a flock of pigeons in France screaming "I love this giant suede bag with Jessica-Simpson-a-la-2004 style fringe! I love this bag!" I don't care what anybody says.
And by the way, she's my dealer, so don't get any ideas. But if you make me cookies I'll put in a good word.