Tuesday, November 15, 2011
Senseless Fascination #1
It wasn't long before I was back to my old ways.
Immediately upon starting up my blog yesterday, I realized that some of the old post tags could be revived. Instead of "Preposterousness," I'm calling this a "Senseless Fascination."
I think readers will agree that since I have no job, I have no business even looking at this Hermès bag. I don't really have any business looking at an Hermès bag under any circumstances, employed or not. But I'm looking anyway, because who's going to stop me?
While I've admired Hermès bags from afar, I've never wanted to own one, not really. I love the Kelly, but it's got a flap on top, and I like an open-top bag. The Birkin would theoretically address the open-top issue, but who wants to pay that kind of money for a bag? I don't—I'm far too tough on bags, and anyway, my life is entirely unglamorous. Where am I going to carry the thing? To Albertson's?
Of course, this bag is overkill too, but it's as close as I've ever gotten to actually considering the possibility—however remote—of wanting/dreaming of an Hermès bag. It sure seems like my ideal. The size, the shape, the handles, the closure, the strap, the minimal look. I'm not sure I'd go for orange, but it's a pretty good neutral.
I figure if I sell all my good bags on consignment, I might come close to having enough to pay for this bag. I'm too embarrassed to call the 800 number to find out how much it is, because after all, "if you have to ask, you can't afford it." I could call and ask what the size is, and what colors it's available in, and what the available options for materials might be, and get an idea that way, but really, all I want to know is "how much?" and, "Who's going to buy it for me?"