Our very own Ella is hosting this week’s Carnivale at Kiss Me, Stace and she posed the question: What is your fashion confession, either a long ago faux pas, or today’s guilty pleasure?

Now, just remember what I’m about to confess occurred when I was a little girl and I didn’t know any better. Before I learned the difference between a hobo and a satchel, before I knew that splurging on a fine leather purse was definitely worth it, I owned a purse shaped like a tennis shoe. Yes, a tennis shoe—it’s horrifying for me to think about, but I will admit it’s the truth.

It was brightly colored with laces that actually tied; it had a zipper along the side and an incredibly long strap. It was a purse that if I saw it today, I would be one of the first to say what a horrible design it was. Gratefully, it was thrown away several years ago never to be seen again!

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