Hollandaise of the Rich and Famous

With one small remark, the Baron summed up all the sensory overload I was experiencing.

"Las Vegas is the adult version of Disneyland".

Truer words.

And, as I walked through the Grand Canal Shoppes (note the pretentious extra "p" and "e" - gah), I knew I had wandered into Fantasy Land.

Well, not quite into.

Because I was too intimidated to actually cross the portal to this particular shop to look at the prices as part of my investigative journalising - that what the interwebs is for, y'all.

Instead, I cemented my yokel status by taking pictures through the window.

Pictures of sparkling, beckoning, Judith Lieber evening bags.

OK, so I fully understand the tourist appeal of these:


And the cutesy-pootsie-ness of this:

"Strawberry Cupcake" Evening Bag

but this?

"Provencal" evening bag

My mom always told me, with her Prairie wisdom, "You can't make a silk purse from a sow's ear".

But apparently raiding the vegetable patch is fair game.

And for the $5900 price tag, they'll even throw in some dipping sauce and a wet-nap.