Pray for the bag of Sister Wolf...

Some of you may not know Sister Wolf of Godammit.com, a situation we should remedy this very day.
Sister Wolf is mad, she's godamm mad. She's acerbic, witty, outspoken and as for the language! I hope she doesn't kiss her mother and her kid with that mouth. She is also a must read. When she posted about her handbag the other day, I felt her pain while laughing out loud.
She said -

'Some Bitch Sat On My Handbag'

I went to a dinner party and someone’s sister-in-law sat on my Vivienne Westwood handbag. I believe I have post traumatic stress disorder due to this event, and I’d like to sue her fat ass to kingdom come. There’s a photo of the bag somewhere here if you want to better understand the Horror.

Meanwhile, I’m resorting to my big Paul Smith bag from January 2007, and everyone will think I’m a dope who just jumped on the Yellow Bandwagon. Hmph, as if. I’ve even started wearing my yellow shoes just to show that I’m not afraid to match my accessories. Sister Wolf makes her own rules, Godammit.

Please take a moment to pray for my injured bag, may she fully recover her former glory, amen.

"Hey Sister Wolf! How are you feeling today? I brought you some flowers"
"*Snarling* Yeah so I see"
"Don't you think it's time you got up out of bed? You can use my basket as a bag if you would like"
"Your basket, your motherf**kin' wicker basket, have you lost your mind, I'm in mourning for a Westwood bag"
"It was only an offer, Sister Wolf"
"Oh Bite Me Queen Marie..."

Poor Sister Wolf, we pray for you and for your handbag.
AMEN

Queen Marie

Comments

[enc]

She sounds like I feel today. I spilled sodden protein powder-y water ALL OVER THE SHOP (kitchen) and it went between the worktop and the side of the oven. Dang, did the expletives fly.

Still, I have it better than she, as my bag was not sat upon. I hope she will accept my deepest sympathies.

[Nina]

You've made me a Sister Wolf-addict! I spent the whole night reading her archives when I should be studying for my law paper.

[Sister Wolf]

Thank you for your prayers, my dear Queen. At present, my handbag is stuffed with tissue paper, courtesy of Pasquale (shoe & handbag repairs for Hollywood's Finest.)

But his wife gave me a look of pity like I had inoperable brain cancer.

Keep praying, though!