Confessions of a cheating heart

Dear God/Buddha/Allah/and whoever is listening,  I have a confession.  For over 15 years I have been happily faithful to Hermes.  Sure, I’ll dabble here and there with other bags from different brands but never have I committed the same dedication to collecting a designer the way I have Hermes (not even Chanel!)– from bags, jewelry, shoes, scarves, belts, sweaters, china, I have it all.  But recently, I find my heart yearning for all things Oscar (as in Mr. de la Renta, not the little gold statue).  I thought it was a passing fancy of a roaming eye but I think this is true love; first the Doheny clutch caught my attention, then I fell hard for the blue bubble dress, followed by an irresistible blue alligator Alden that beckoned me, and now the Goya…. the gleaming, supple, curvaceous and gorgeous Goya… this is no May-November romance!  My heart has been stolen and I must confess that I don’t feel a bit guilty (and it’s due in no small part to meeting Mr. de la Renta on several occasions and being thoroughly charmed by him!).  Plus that’s your job right?  I confess and you bear the burden of my guilt?  So thanks, I feel much better.  Because Oscar also has an amazing line of jewelry by Lou Lou de la Falaise that I am lusting for, delicious cashmere sweaters that I want for Fall, and everything else that a girl needs to be beautiful (crocodile platforms, ostrich belts, the list goes on!).  Please don’t judge my cheating heart.  I can’t help who I love.  Thank you again for listening.  Love, Tina

P.S.(Look at all these new bags just arrived at the boutiques, how can anyone blame me for loving them?)