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Hey Bradley, Baby They Got Ya Money Don't Ya Worry I Said Hey!

Can someone explain to me this whole Vera Bradley phenomenon?

Does everyone even know about it? Ms. Bradley is like the new Louis Vuitton bag to some. A simple bag, ranging from purse to diaper, that appears to be made from an assortment of printed quilt like material. My first introduction to Ms. Bradley was at my Alma Mater, all the rage at this conservative, Southern, liberal arts school in Virginia. Ms. Bradley was and is making money out the wazoo. And what is it that she has?

I’m unsure, but what I do know is that patterns and quilt like material aside she has girls running to the bookstore on the regular dropping 20’s on pencil cases, and 50’s on mini purses, I dare to even consider the price of the coveted duffel. She’s got your boyfriends running in and doing the same, all to fall swiftly and smoothly into the crosshairs of your good graces.

Low and behold upon leaving my lovely little school, Ms. Bradley is everywhere…EVERYWHERE. Shop windows, on the Metro, in the Cosi, Old Towne…maybe not Adams Morgan but I’m sure she is on her way. Ms. Bradley is getting yours, and thus getting hers, dammit can I have a piece? Ms. Bradley can you share with a sista?

I call them quilt bags, the Best Friend says its just a bunch of swirls and patches.

So tell me really, what is it about those swirls and patches cuz seriously, I can throw some swirls and patches on a bag and I’ll add some glitter and a button too, I mean if that’s how you like it.

Big Up to Vera Bradley, for doing that damn thang. Do it up Ms. Bradley…Do-It-Up! ::snap snap::

*fIreFly**

Comments

jafabrit said…
I personally think they are horrid in general although I do like the one my 22 year old daughter has. It is black with patterns on it and really comfortable to use for college books.

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