My Secret Shame

I hate Juicy Couture. How could I not? This is the brand that made tacky velour tracksuits popular outside the privacy of one's home, and their handbags are a tacky ripoff of just about every high end designer on the market. I've seen one that looks like the love child of a Hermes Birkin and a Luella Giselle. (I'll try to dig up a photo.)

So, it is with no small amount of shame that I admit to liking anything Juicy. Unfortunately, I have a weak spot for argyle.



Juicy Couture at Revolve Clothing.