Roughly once a quarter, I go out to breakfast with one of my neighbors who is also a great friend. It’s a great way for us to catch up, and I always look forward to those outings. Our recent breakfast reminded me of one of our ongoing jokes and just how different we are as people.
When I moved into my condo, my storage unit was filled with the previous owner’s belongings. After consulting with an attorney and getting permission from the bank that sold me it to me, I went through all the stuff, keeping the things I wanted, donating the rest. One of the things I kept was a purse that was the perfect size for me.
Fast forward a few years to when my neighbor commented on my bag. She is a fabulous neighbor (and Carmen’s substitute staff member), who has a small business selling big-named, vintage handbags and wallets on eBay. She complimented me on my bag, making a big deal out of the brand … a brand I’d never heard of nor can I ever remember it off the top of my head. I thanked her for the compliment and told her the story of how I got it.
I don’t put any value on purses. I know they have been the hot fashion item for years, but that fact always perplexed me. Purses have never been important to me nor anything I’d find pretty: They are a rather utilitarian accessory. I told her I’d carry my stuff around in a paper bag if I weren’t so worried it would rip (to which DH2U suggested double bagging!). This amused and terrified her to no end. To this day she still jokes about my paper bag. Back in the day, she had always wanted to own the purses she is now selling, so to her my comment was close to heresy!
Am I the only one that couldn’t care less about handbags? or What current trend do you just not understand?