Fendi Peekaboo: I see you! CW suffers an attack of prodigal fashion karma

So here's the story behind my new fashion week arm candy. As already mentioned, the only bag I brought with me to Milan, my newly acquired Marc Jacobs black tote, suffered a near fatal injury out of the blue just minutes from Fendi for the re-see. My camera went the way of the strap, yadda yadda yadda, essentially, bad news for a fashionista at the starting gate of Milan Fashion Week.

So post re-see, with a serious case of Peekaboo on the brain, and post-Anna encounter en route to Prada, Madame Blogger and I arrived at Via Montenapoleone, the shopping heart of Itlay's shopping capital. And what a mind-boggling square kilometer it was. Literally the densest concentration of immaculately designer clad, stiletto-shod, cigarette smoking, Vespa riding gorgeous Italians mingling about stores like Martin Margiela, Junya Watanabe, Sonia Rykiel and every other chic designer brand under the sun. While the rest of Milan, from what we could tell, seemed a bit sparse and bare, this little corner of town had a real serious case of fash pack.

We headed to Miu Miu where I almost bought a bag and Charlotte bought some amazing pink floral clogs (clogs!)! The return of the clog has yet to cease to delight me.  But something in me, namely, the Fendi store across the street, stopped me from pulling the trigger on the Miu. So we ventured. And bestill my eyes, what do I see, resting on the counter, a small selection of four Peekaboos. The Peekaboo, mind you, is only made to order and there's up to a six month waiting list depending on which style/color/fabric you want. But there they were. And in their midst? One plain black--the one I'd been waiting for.

And we all know what happened next.  Accessory Karma: Fendi doth taketh away, but it also givith back threefold. PEEKABOO!!!