All I wanted for Christmas, circa 1988

The Dooney & Bourke bucket bag. Everyone in the sixth grade had one - this WAS Hockaday, remember - and I wanted one so bad. Especially to take on our class trip to Williamsburg/Washington DC. But what did Santa bring me instead? A Liz Claiborne shoulder bag that was honestly not even a close replica. Think of wanting a BMW convertible and getting a Ford sedan. Yet somehow I have managed to survive without one. (But still like to whine about it sometimes.) Bygones.