Around about the time I bought my Manolos, I also bought a Marc Jacobs purse. (High WASPs are uncomfortable saying handbag. They say purse. I don’t know why.) You have seen versions of it here,
…substantiating my claim that I have carried this purse almost exclusively since purchase. Although I do have another one, just like it, in tan, with gold metal hardware. High WASPs believe that if you like something, it’s responsible to buy it in multiple colors.
As of yesterday morning, my Marc Jacobs bag (I’m learning), once remarked upon even by my hair colorist, looked like this,
I’ve had this repaired, just like my shoes. I had to take it to Neiman Marcus because it was under warranty. Then they had to send it to Italy. Then it got stuck in customs. I am not kidding. So, eventually, they gave me a completely new bag. Good on you, Neiman Marcus, high end customer service. I could have it repaired again. And probably will. Even though it’s not only fraying, it’s gone squishy. It stands up in that first photo only because I put an empty coffee mug in the middle pocket.
OK, OK, I say to the voice of my conscience, I will get it repaired. But, here’s the thing, as I walked the streets of San Francisco Saturday, I was deep into covet with another bag. Which I bought. And will show, with full confession of the depths of my transgression. Tout de suite. French phrase of the day.