The Burning Bush. The first girl I found barefoot and needing my handbag at the Newport Beach Film Festival.
So now that I had this super sweet idea I was obsessed about, the practical and rational me, my dominant side, came back around.
Why waste all this money I didn't have creating something for no one?
After I hand-sewed the first bag, I tossed it off to the side because the realization of the time, but mostly the money, it would take to create it would be astronomical to my tight ass coin purse. ot to mention, I was living at my girl friend's house at the time while I got my shit together (thanks eternally S). It made no sense, I had no cents, so therefore there was no sense thinking about it.
...Until everywhere I turned, women were arefoot, holding their heels, and in pain. It was like some "Get Your Shit Together" signs the universe was throwing out for me. So instead of getting shit on by the universe, I got my shit together.
f course, all of the pictures I have found of barefooted girls have been well documented on facebook.com/DirtyDeeHandbags.