Yeah, what the f*ck is up with that?
And then it's a huge battle to try to get her to throw ONE f*ckING PURSE AWAY!
It's like,
"Honey, you haven't used that purse since 2005. Do you REALLY plan on using it again any time soon? You'll still have the other 8,567. It's just I can't hang my coat in the coat closet anymore because all the hangers are being used by purses that haven't seen the light of day-- this century."
"Nat, I just haven't worn the outfit it goes with in a while... But I use it! It gets used! Fine, you throw one of your video game consoles or computers away and I'll get rid of it."
"That's not quite the same..."
"Of course it is!"
...And round and round we go.
I'm lucky, mine is into 'cute' purses and not the name, although she does have a couple hi dollah purses, which every woman should. But explaining game systems, golf clubs, and televisions to her is futile.
I understand fashion, but what kills me is the 6 black purses and 14 pairs of black shoes she owns. I own two pairs of black shoes and they both go with my $5 jeans to my uber expensive suits.
What really ENRAGES me is this: She has soooo many clothes that she forgets what she has. Then one day she finds something she forgot she owned and says,
Mrs. Offsidewing: oh honey, look what I found. I just saw the cutest pair of heels to go with these.
Me: "didn't you buy a pair of shoes to go with that originally?"
Mrs. Offsidewing: yes, but those shoes are so 2004.
Me: "So, does that mean you're going to get rid of them?"
Mrs. Offsidewing: NO! They're practically brand new, I only wore them once.
Me: