You know that weird feeling of cognitive dissonance that you get when you say a word over and over to yourself so many times that it ceases to contain meaning and morphs into a weird, contextless series of syllables? That’s sort of where I am with the Diane Von Furstenberg Bell Ruffled Evening Bag right now.
I’ve looked at this bag on a bunch of different websites, in every color that it apparently comes in, and the only thought that I can consistently think about it is, “I definitely don’t like the lavender.” Other than that, my ideas are all over the place. Sometimes I love it for being weird and acid green and unfinished, for turning the idea of ruffles into something a little bit punk and a little bit less than pretty. And then other times, it just looks like a giant ball of nylon (nylon?!?) with some sloppily attached, unfinished ruffles. The truth of this bag is probably somewhere in between, but the time I’ve spent with it in front of my face likely means that I’ll never see the forest for the trees. Buy through Saks for $365.