Une femme has been sleeping erratically the past few weeks. It's probably a combination of hormones and warm weather, but I seem to wake up warm and restless between 1 and 2am and it takes an hour or so to get back to sleep again.
Usually I don't remember my dreams, but had a very real and vivid one last night. I dreamt I dropped over $4K at Louis Vuitton. And I don't even really like LV bags that much. I woke up to one of those "whew, it was only a dream!" moments. But the residual guilt from my dream lingers, which often happens when I behave badly in my dreams. Here in LA, you can't spit in any direction without hitting a Speedy. Style books will tell you it's one of the "classic, "iconic," "must-have" bags in every woman's collection, and it seems a lot of women agree. It was one of the first designer bags that I purchased (based on that premise) and one of the first that I sold, mainly because it was so ubiquitous but also because it really wasn't practical for me. I'll also admit this was a nostalgia buy: when I was a young, poor working woman in New York, I used to see the (I assumed) successful career women with their LV monogram bags, and so that association stayed with me. But ultimately, what I admired in the past didn't translate into the present.