Bubbles of Love

Natalie Imbruglia's only well charting single has been the soundtrack to my anguish (well, only the title is approriate. I'm not naked, I'm not on the floor, and I'm not flailing around aimlessly in a music video wearing an ill-fitted hoodie. What? Do I look Australian to you?). Thanks Penny for forcing my hand, leaving me no other choice but to regurgitate Dr. Phil'isms and pretend I have any clue about being in relationships. I have a confession to make. I've started all my long term relationships on the internet. I spend late nights and early mornings compulsively clicking the next link, hoping to be satisfied. I always am. Here's a particularly tasty nibble that makes me weak.

I know you'll complete me, Bottega Veneta Intrecciato Bucket tote.