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Fell in love with…

September 26, 2009

a handbag?

Now that doesn’t sound like me at all. I’ve always bought bags considering utility over fashionability. In fact, the first bag I bought myself when I got to college was a Timbuk2 medium sized laptop messenger. I wore this thing everywhere: school, shopping, baseball games, etc. After a while, I started to realize that this bag is a beast in terms of size.

I opted for a yellow faux leather “diamond-seamed” bag that has both handles and an adjustable shoulder strap. This bag served me well and continues to do so. However, after taking this bag to school every day, setting it on the floor and generally abusing it, the bottom of the bag had begun to show wear and tear. So I bought a similar bag to share time with the yellow bag.

At this point, I have to say that while I liked both of these bags, they weren’t special to me in any way. And up until last Saturday, I didn’t know that mere things could be or feel special. Growing up, I always thought that the love of things was something to feel guilty about and that those who felt a connection to “worldly” things were somehow bad people. So imagine my surprise when I found myself drawn to this bag.

MARC BY MARC JACOBS 'Petal to the Metal - Sasha' Hobo

image from Nordstrom.com [link]

I saw this bag and I had to try it on. I love the vintage school bag look of the purse and all of the different pockets. Beyond that description, I can’t really describe how I felt when I saw the bag. I can compare it to the feeling I get when I hear a song that reaches my core. At first, I didn’t know if I could bring myself to make the investment in this bag and I really wrestled with it, not because I couldn’t afford it but because of the guilt associated with owning nice things, expensive things. After I thought about it, I realized that something was different about this bag for me. If that makes me over-the-top materialistic then so be it.

I’ve worn it every day since I took the tags off and I haven’t felt a twinge of guilt.

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