CheapJAP

Excessories

MAILBAG: Graduation Splurge

So I’ve emailed you before because your blog is my favorite. And so I know you think nice bags are worth the splurge. Bags are the only thing I spend more than like $35 on. I’d like your opinion of this bag. Because I’m in love with it but my mother doesn’t think it’s worth $500 (and i know you just wrote about how Marc Jacobs doesn’t make clothes for real women but I figure bags are a different story). I just got $300 from some relatives for my graduation and kind of feel like I deserve to buy myself something nice.

What do you think? Worth it?

Hey doll,
Mmkay, so $498 is a whole lotta dough for a bag. Lucky you, this will only be $200 of your own moolah, which makes it much more reasonable. The $300 from your relatives is a GIFT, which means you can spend it however the eff you want, so don’t let mommy talk you out of how you want to spend it. I think the bag totally rocks - I love that you chose purple too (my navy Abaco was the first non-neutral colored bag I bought and I couldn’t be happier with it). But before you go for it, I want you to ask yourself the following questions:

Am I totally obsessed with this bag?
Will I wear - and love wearing this bag - for a minimum of five years?
Is it big and versatile enough to accommodate my lifestyle? (i.e. can you wear it every day to work if you feel like it?)

If you’ve got three yesses, DO IT. I applaud your taste - it’s a pretty kickass bag.

mwah!
Cheap JAP

Oy Vey!

Marc by Marc, Fat by Fat

I really like the idea of Marc Jacobs; the ads are refreshingly unconventional, the bags are as chic as they are functional, and most of his shoes possess subtle details that seem to say, “I paid a shitload for these.” But whenever I try on anything Marc by Marc Jacobs, I don’t feel confident, trendy, or cool. I feel like a total fattie.

It’s not the florescent lighting; it’s not that I’m retaining water; it’s not that I need the next size up. It’s that MJ seems to continually forget which gender he’s designing for. When there’s no room for boobs, hips or butts of any kind, you ain’t makin’ clothes for women. You want to use your hot little bf as your muse, that’s cool with me. But if you expect me to fit into his clothes, you are all kinds of crazy.
Continue reading →