Well. I guess we know what happened to the rest of Megs’ pink fox.
I’m sorry, that joke was inappropriate. I’m one of those people that makes terrible jokes at the worst times when I’m uncomfortable. And, suffice it to say, the Roger Vivier Foxtrot Clutch makes me really uncomfortable. I think it’s looking at me. It’s like one of those creepy haunted house paintings where the eyes move to follow you, and come to think of it, that’s exactly where this clutch belongs – in a house of horrors. (more…)