Fendi Multicolored Doctor B Bag(Sep 18, 2011)
Doesnt this bag just make you long for warmer weather? Since daylight savings time came this weekend, we now have more day and less night (yay!), but the weathers still not quite there yet. Im longing to wear my short sleeved shirts, Spring-y dresses, sandals and colored bags. Even though you dont have to wait for Spring to wear colorful bags (Im all for wearing a bright red bag in the middle of winter), this Fendi Multicolored Doctor B Bag has Spring/Summer written all over it! This ombre, rainbow sherbert, Acid Multi colored leather hobo has a frame top with magnetic closure, and winged panels on each end that expand due to the side buckled bands. Its the essential Spring/Summer bag you wont need any other! But if you want one, start saving now the price is hefty $1,840. But Im so glad the Fendi designers finally got over adding that ridiculous buckle to every B bag! This B bag boasts simplicity but the color grading and surprise details gives it that It factor. Glad to see your design aesthetic on the comeback Fendi.Upgrade!Share and Enjoy: PREVIOUS POST: Zac Posen Handbags on sale! NEXT POST: Pharrells Hermes Haut Au Corrois in Purple Croc Permalink 0 Comment filed under: Doctor's Bags,Shoulder Bags
Trip To Temple Of Great Tomato(Sep 18, 2011)
Jimmy Jenkins Jr. is not adventurer, traveler tickets, or pioneer. Far from it, Jimmy has the same work in the same office for 15 years. He was about 2 years of leave time, created, because he has never, and I mean never, goes anywhere, even on the coast for the day in the sun. He works very hard, this is a friendly fellow, but this one, 39 years old, and boring. Boring is this guy patronymic. I do not think he has any hobbies and he has nothing interesting to say, just small talk, and be sure to work interventions. I would like to crack this man in a shell of monotony and blandness, but how? You see, I am a complete contrast to Jimmy his antithesis, yin and yang of black to his white. I live in the sea. I live for travel. Beaches, festivals, tracks, foreign food, culture, nature, historical monuments, and shopping in unfamiliar lands makes my blood run, my spirit fly, and my heart faster than the speed of light. I just had to post this man from his static, stagnant existence. I mean there can be nothing unknown about this guy, all right in your face, in the open. Well, before I began my "Crack Jimmy shell problem", I had more important things to do, how to get the hell out of there. The famous festival of La Tomatino in Spain will soon happen, and I strictly organized my trip on the Internet. This is a truly amazing amount of information and can help you get from all the travel websites. I like to be organized and prepared for all events that may occur. My air tickets tickets and hotels were booked in advance, and I got all the "juice" on visas, currency, and transportation (the train from Valencia in Bunol-$ 3.00!) From the network. I print out maps of city and town, got lists of all the famous attractions, nightspots, as well as the best restaurants for that authentic paella experience. So anyway, the weekly festivals were in full motion, and I have been since my life. A feeling of impending excitement was pervading the air, as everything was ready for the culmination of the festival, the biggest food fight in the world. 125 tons of tomatoes to be turned into a human ketchup just two hours! No one knows exactly why the tradition began in 1950, but he was a little religious occasion for those who have bowed to the Great Temple of tomatoes, Nah, this is indeed a Christian. It does not matter much to me, I just wanted to be part of the chaos-I even wore a white suit. They say this is metaphorical attempt suicide, but I am always on call! Here we go! The battle began. In the air turned red, people are mad at the height of unrest. It seems, in a white suit, was not a good idea. I check. Total pulverization. I felt like the wind was a knock on me, as complex a tomato in my soul. I was lying on the ground, people working all around me screamed and yelled in Spanish. I looked through the ketchup dripping thickly leave my eyelids. Here's where my mind was full of wind-blown into oblivion, that will never be the same again. Standing in front of me smiling, throwing a handful of squished tomatoes was none other than Jimmy Jenkins Jr. He bent over, looked me straight in the eye and said: "Richard Woodward, fancy meeting you here." I stuttered in astonishment, but did not understand the words came out. Either the shock or the tomatoes in my mouth cause problems. Jimmy spoke again, his smile as wide as a tomato-mad maniac, "Let me let you a little secret about Richard. I know you're not me. You see, pal, I have an identical brother. We do this to look like we're working in a company, always on time, always there. But in reality, we exchange of one person in life, and when other people at work, while another travels the world with a great vacation, and partying like mad. It is really hard when he, in turn, go to the office and act so incredibly boring and predictable. Pretty cool yes? " He then lifted a giant (which is genetically altered) tomato and screaming a tribal yell, smashed it on my face. He laughed and ran to the tomato-red sunset leaving me bloody and bewildered.
