Vera and Veritas

There’s a certain irony about sporting a knock-off of a brand so close in name to the Latin word for truth.

 

Without fail, whenever I venture out with one of my quilted paisley-and-floral tote bags over my shoulder, someone will approach me and gush, ‘Oh! Vera Bradley. Don’t you just LOVE her?’

And I never know what to say.

I do love her, or at least the items I’ve seen on the internet and in the catalogs, but I don’t own her, or at least any of her beautiful bags.

Quite simply, I could never justify spending $65 (or more!) on something to lug around the kids’ Frisbees, sidewalk chalk, swimsuits, water bottles, snacks, and sunscreen.

Although gorgeous, my totes are not Vera.

They are Walgreens.
Two for eight dollars.

That’s more my financial fashion for now. At least until my unicorn stops munching on my money tree in the backyard.  Or until—at the very least—I can remember to snap the lid closed on the sunscreen.

And that is the truth.