Do you know how long I have coveted a bag? A definitive bag. THE ONE. A REAL one. One that is made of leather, and constructed with care, and carries a brand history past a year or two, and doesn't stink of factory glue, and...and...could possibly help an angel get it's wings instead of making Baby Jesus cry?
A long time. A loooooooong time. And saving for it? A long time. A long, hard time. A looooooooong, haaaaaaaard time.
I am sure we have all indulged in the coveting of that which is either just not meant to be or just not an option right now [I'm talking bags by the way, not lives, fame, smaller asses, money or people- although, I do covet many of these from time to time, if not all at once]. We have Day Dreamed and Googled and Right Clicked and Added To Favourites and scoured online stores at 3am, adding THE BAG to your cart, only to log out at the last moment knowing full well rent and a smiling-boyfriend-who-still-has-a-shirt-on-his-back, really is more important than a sack of treated animal skin, stitched together to hold your keys. And your iPhone. And your iDentity. And your dreams. You know, THE ONE.
For some THE ONE is Celine. Others, a Wang. Some aim high and gun for a Hermes Birkin [$14,000? Never gonna happen!]. Maybe it's a Coach? Or you salivate over the LV x SC [just don't drool ON the bag...ewww]? Could you go a studded Balenciaga? Or perhaps, you are defined ever-so-perfectly by a Chloe?
For me, the Mulberry Bayswater is my one and only. Literally and metaphorically speaking. I doubt I will EVER be able [or allowed] to drop this much on a bag AGAIN. EVER! Putting thought and consideration into such a big purchase was ne-cess-ary! This puppy was going to cost me a bit and I therefore would expect it to be with me long enough to get passed to my future daughter [in-law? but only after she prys it from my cold, dead hands] and grand-daughter. It would need to surpass the latest trend wave sweeping through the blog-o-sphere. Iconic. Beautiful. Heritage. Quality. Timeless. Me. It wasn't about the latest "IT" bag. Or "Status-Symbol-of-the-Week" swinging from my arm. It wasn't about trying to score more hits on the blog because I got some cool shit. [And if those are any of the reasons why you are about to drop some major ducats on arm candy? STOP! Don't. Regret. Bills. Sanity. If you can afford to drop serious moolah week after week, by all means, don't let me stop you.] This really was about falling in love with a piece that I would have moved heaven and earth to get. And pretty much did.
And now she's finally arrived.
And she's beautiful.
And she's mine.