For a blog that is supposed to be about fashion, I haven’t been writing too much about it lately. Today, I would like to take a couple of moments out of your day to honor my handbag which was stolen on Monday. It was a ridiculously large Zara bag made of very soft, yet highly robust black leather with brown leather straps and silver buckles. It was my friend from sometime in July 07 until 2:10pm on May 19 2008. It carried my phone, ipod, books, magazines, money, makeup and the random detritus of my life thanklessly for nine months. It was stolen once before, but with the dedicated search by its fans and admirers, it was found and gratefully returned to me.
You were stolen because you were large, beautiful and because you looked stupidly expensive, even though you only cost me sixty quid at one of the many Zara outlets on Oxford Street. More sensible people than me (ie boys) have suggested that next time I should get something smaller and more sensible to prevent theft.
I ask myself ‘how can I go on with a ‘sensible’ (ugly) bag after having you in all of your sublime glory?’ The crazy memories I have of being able to lose my arm in your warm pouch whilst frantically searching for my ringing phone. The jokes that were made about you when I first purchased you about being able to fit a small child in there.
You were not sensible, but you were beautiful, and I will miss you.
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You should get something smaller and more sensible. You know, to prevent theft.