I am a bag. And when you consider the state of the world, the idea of making a big deal about me becomes rather stupid doesn’t it? Because I’m a bag. A black bag. A leather bag. A black leather bag. I can’t really feed the hungry. I can’t put a roof over the head of the homeless. I’m not that kind of a bag. I’m not a Birkin. Maybe you could make enough from selling a Birkin to help out a few people in need. You’d probably have a tough time trading me in for money. I know what you’re thinking. I’m a drag. I’m bringing you down. You’re just here looking for stuff to buy and I’m talking to you about hungry and homeless people. What’s my agenda? Am I trying to turn you off from buying me? It would seem that way, but that’s not my agenda at all. I want you to buy me. Why else would I be here. But I want you to keep it real at the same time. Buy me. Use me to carry your stuff around when you need a practical bag that won’t require all the extra attention and care of a Birkin or a Chanel or any of those super expensive bags that you’ve got to treat like precious children. Just remember, I’m a bag.
What you use me to accessorize is really up to you, but I would suggest that I will be a great choice for any outfit where you’re wearing stiletto knee high boots.
I know what you’re thinking. Did I already say that? Well, okay, so I have a tendency to repeat myself. But yeah, you’re thinking I’m too serviceable to be a good choice for stiletto knee high boots. But trust me. Or not. It’s really up to you.
Reading this years later, I find myself agreeing with the bag.
Fashion can be fun. Fashion can be beautiful. But sometimes we place so much importance on things that we forget they are simply objects. A handbag can complement an outfit, but it cannot define a person…
