This morning my adorable co-worker approached my desk, wearing an impish grin. “I bought you a Valentine’s Day gift,” she said. I immediately panicked as I had nothing to give in return. That was until she presented me with this:
“You’re contaminating my workspace, leave immediately.”
As my hatred for Vera Bradley is widely known on the Interwebs and in the marble halls, clearly, she meant the gift as a gag. But either way, just having it near me makes me feel less fashionable. I am currently formulating a plot for retribution.
To 3 Worst Valentine’s Day gifts: dead flowers, an STD and a Vera Bradley clutch.
0 comments :
Laura February 17, 2010 8:47PM
Right on, that clutch is ghastly.
Christina February 17, 2010 9:55PM
I thought of you at the airport yesterday. I spotted a woman with two large Vera carry on bags (which she made her husband carry), a Vera purse, and to top it all off, a Vera wallet, all in coordinating colors. To add insult to injury, she was wearing the classic 80s mom jean.
EPA Jane February 17, 2010 10:25PM
If you keep it, you are required to move to Indiana, get married, birth 3 kids in rapid succession, and feed them your crowning culinary delight – chili mac. Ugh. Or is that just my personal version of hell?
Gersmalina July 7, 2010 5:53PM
Hi, Belle. Really enjoy your blog. I thought of you today when I came across the Team Vera Bradley cycling team. Who knew? http://iamspecialized.com/team/team-vera-bradley-foundation