17 Apr Dior Saddle Bag: I Loved You Then, I Love You Now
Losing out on something you are fully prepared to buy is a different kind of heartache. I always hold out hope that Ill get another chance. This is what I think about when people talk about the one who got away.
I dont want to be all fake deep about a bag but, you know how I am about my things. (Spoiler: I like them a lot) Ive not been in the best place mentally. Im working through a lot and so maybe that means Im seeing signs where there are none because I am desperate for something. Anything.
But again, this is about a bag. When I lived on 96th Street, I loved to walk by the Goodwill on 88th and Second. The stores windows were always highly merchandised displays filled with fancy stuff its neighboring residents donated. Like, Birkin bags for $80 fancy.
One day there was a Dior Saddle Bag in the window.
It was $40 and perfect from what I could see from the sidewalk. I started calling around to learn the process to buy it. As with all of the Goodwill window displays in the city, items go on sale at 9 a.m. each Saturday, after which the window is restocked and the process repeats itself.
Its obvious I didnt get the bag by now, right?
There are two things to keep in mind here. One, I was out the night before my bag went on sale at No Malice Palace (RIP!) for Ariannas birthday until like 4 a.m., and two, on Saturday, our friend from college was getting married in New Jersey. We had to drive two hours to get there. I probably should not have gone to sleep if I was really about this bag. I should have taken my drunk ass to get in line instead of trying to cheat the system and set an alarm for 6 a.m. to walk down. Obviously, this did not work out at all for me.
By the time I got up and dressed for this wedding, then walked down there, the bag (and just about everything else) was gone.
I thought about that bag for more than a year. Just about two. In a new apartment, further uptown still, I still thought about that bag. I would stalk it on eBay at night. Look at it on The Real Real. So when my mom said she had a discount code for The Real Real, I was more than prepared when she asked if I had my eye on anything.
A fella sure cant make me fancy but my mom can (and does). She ordered the bag for me. Its mine. I own it.
I want to say something about that being a reminder of Gods timing but does it work with material things, too? Or is that shallow?
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But I love my bag and Im happy I have it. We look good together. Get ready to see me, my Dior, and the Isabel Marant sandals Im wearing (another The Real Real find) all summer long.