Love is a Purse

As a child, I logged hundreds of hours in front of the mirror, fake flower behind my ear and hairbrush in hand, pretending to be Linda Ronstadt. Here she is at her dewy-skinned, doe-eyed best. You can't see it in the photo, but the cover has a neato crosshatched texture that you can see and feel thru the laminate. When will this purse be loved?