Bag Disease

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For the past year or so friends of mine have been dropping some subtle and some pointed remarks and suggestions about my bag. For example, imagine being in a shop and having a friend pick up a bag and saying to you in a cheerful and upbeat voice:
"Oh isn't this a great bag? You should TOTALLY get it."
Me: "Yeah it is cute. I SHOULD get it. Let me try it on."
Usually I then try it on, and the strap is too short, or there is some unecessary dingle or dangle, or the zipper is in just the wrong place. I, disappointed, sigh, and hold up the bag I have carried almost everyday for the past four years.
Once you have your perfect bag, it's hard, no, impossible to find a replacement. I am not one of those bag of the season girls, (though I wish I could afford to be,) throwing down a grand here and grand there for the hot new thing. No I am a thoughtful purchaser. I take my time, and don't rush it, and usually, eventually, over time, I find what I need.
The bag I am having trouble replacing now (and I agree with my friends, it needs a long nap) is a Miu Miu. It is brown with off white stitching, and a gold bit style clasp. It is the perfect size for the New Yorker, rolled up, and a bottle of water. More then that, and it is too full. One of the charming things about it, is that it is lined with a lovely brown satin, and it has a great little pocket inside. The straps are the perfect size- the go perfectly over my shoulder without pinching my armpit (I can't stang bags with short hard straps- who actually CARRIES a purse, as oppose to slinging it over a shoulder?). When I bought it, it was the most expensive thing I had ever bought. And it probably still is, though it has more then earned its keep.
Recently, when I was in California for a weekend, RC and I went to some outlets, and I was tempted by another bag; it was the closest to actually investing in a new bag since the Miu. This was an eggplant Tod's. It was lady like and grown up, and had lots of little compartments. The straps were a bit snug, but the main pocket was a great size, and overall it would have been a nice change. Also the fact that it had been marked down from the thousands to the low middle hundreds didn't hurt.
But it wasn't perfect. It would have looked weird with my green winter coat. And it was maybe too ladylike for the likes of me, who dumps things on the ground hither and thither.
And so the vigil continues. I got started on this little rant by a picture of a Chloe bag in a Neiman's banner ad on the New York Times homepage! Please forgive my preciousness- I just felt like sharing.
PS- the pictured bag is kind of like the Tod's one I liked.

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Vincente Fox said:

I know what you mean girl. The worst is when you have a bag and it's the perfect size but over time it start to stretch out. What was once just right becomes long and droopy and sometimes if you're not careful can hang low enough to hit the water.

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