Experiments in shoplifting with a kid

I have a beautiful Coach bag my mother bought me for Christmas. The robin’s egg-blue patent leather is crisp and shiny. The logo is small and the bag is not showy, but it’s nice. Admittedly, we picked it out at the Coach outlet, sharply discounted and then marked off even more with a coupon. I’ve always wanted a Coach bag, and so it’s as pragmatic as the luxury of having one will get for me.

I’ve carried it almost everywhere I’ve gone since the snow finally melted and springtime pastels became acceptable again. As lovely as it looks with my nautical stripes and maxi dresses, there’s something wrong.

My Coach bag has a big problem. 

To read what it is -- and the big problem of how people react -- please make one tiny click on over to Sassafrass Says So.