No Rest for the Weary

See hard copy of the magazine.

I love pretty things, but buying a $10,000 purse would make me very anxious.

Say, isn’t that a $10,000 purse?

$10,000 purse… $10,000 purse… $10,000 purse…

There’d be the usual concerns.

I don’t deserve it.

I have nothing to wear with it.

What about starving people?

If I buy it, I’ll be broke.

Plus, if anything happened to it, I’d have FITS.

*@7.#!!! A pen just exploded inside my $10,000 PURSE!!!

To truly enjoy a $10,000 purse, you’d have to not care.

Oh, Well.

You’d just go out and buy another.

I want one in black, one in fuchsia and one in paisley.

Add it to your collection. No biggie.

But it wouldn’t all be peaches and cream. The very rich have problems we can’t even BEGIN to imagine.

Is this the purse of the season?

Or is it TRITE and SECOND-RATE?

And purse buying would be just the tip of the purchasing-stress iceberg.

HAIRCUT AND COLOR

COSMETIC SURGERIES

JEWELRY

CLOTHES

SHOES

Acquiring the right things-houses, jets, yachts, islands, whatever-would be a full-time serious job, not just a little hobby.

I can’t believe we lost that Rembrandt auction.

At some point, you’d need to relax and get in touch with your “spiritual self.”

But even that would be stressful!

11 A.M.: seaweed and emerald wrap…

Noon: Spa lunch…

1 P.M.: ostrich milk and pearl scrub…

then yoga…

I guess I could learn to adjust, though.

Caviar?

AGAIN??