I firmly believe that there are four different kinds of women in this world.
- Shoe Girls
- Purse Girls
- Full-On Accessory Girls, which is an über-rare combination of #1 and #2
- Alleged members of the female species who don’t care about #1, 2 OR 3 … That in reality have just given up on life
I am a proud purse-carrying member of the Purse Girl variety, with aspirations towards perhaps maybe one day becoming a full on accessory girl – I just have to figure out how to be less hard on shoes, but that’s for another day. I thought that today was as good of a day as any to elaborate why purses have captured my heart.
I love purses, have since I was a little kid and had one of those Fisher-Price plastic ones in shiny yellow plastic (Apparently from the aptly named “My Pretty Purse” collection) that you stored your equally plastic car keys and makeup in. My purse to me is something that is 100% mine: I don’t have to share it, I don’t have to explain it, it can be as messy or as clean as I like, I can keep whatever I want in it and it can represent whatever I want about myself on the day I carry it. It’s kind of my version of a comfort item.
A purse will never not fit because of an extra 5 pounds, a purse will never not fit when your feet are swollen at the end of the day. It will snugly fit into your arm like it never left. My purse goes with me everywhere I go and I have learned to somewhat see them as a reflection of who a person is. Call me ridiculous, but I’m serious. I challenge you to look at the purse of women in your life; I am not wrong. You’ll see your co-worker with the fake Prada who desperately wants to fit in and move ahead. Your cranky female relative with a purse that the strap broke ten years ago and the leather is worn out but she still carries it. The young rich girl who has the $35,000 Birkin but no sense of self-worth.
Many years ago, I became obsessed with designer purses but did not have the financial means to acquire them all. I needed to own as many as humanly possible and I went about all kinds of sketchy ways (Hello iOffer) to obtain knock-offs and potentially stolen versions of an IT bag. Looking back at that time in my life, I was desperately trying to figure out who I was – personally and professionally. About a year after that, I threw them all out because I realized that I didn’t care what other people thought of my purse, but I needed to know that it was real. I had figured out that I was pretty great and didn’t need to try and convince people through fake bags that I was.
Today, I only own a handful of purses but I love them all. While I have increased my views on what a reasonable amount of money to spend on a bag is thanks to my personal changing economic conditions, I only buy bags that will fit in these three categories:
- I will be able to wear it forever because it’s a statement or classic piece (even if I don’t wind up doing so);
- It is practical and I will actually use it;
- I can afford it.
A good quality purse that lasts forever can be an investment piece that I could pass down to my possible daughter (if baby #2 is a boy, this logic might become flawed) and therefore not quite as insane to spend the money on. I only own one bag with a visible logo (everyone’s got a brown logo-ed Louis Vuitton in their closet somewhere) yet I refuse to skimp on quality. I will not even entertain a bag that isn’t made of high-quality materials and from a reputable brand. I dream about purses (really, I sometimes do) and I occasionally do allow myself to think my life would be complete if I just had this one purse.
Still need some convincing? There is lots of photographic evidence of the good things purses do…
Purse Girl Evidence #1 : They enhance mother-daughter bonds
Purse Girl Evidence #2: They’re so nice you can carry them twice
Purse Girl Evidence #3 : They hide pregnancies
Purse Girl Evidence #4 : They tell stories
Stories are some of my favorite things about my purses. Like my blue Salvatore Ferragamo bag I bought at the Ferragamo store in Florence while on my honeymoon in Europe. Every time I look at it I remember being so excited to get it and also remember how that trip was one of the happiest times of my life (Collective awwwwwww). Or the vintage Dior Boston bag which I found at a thrift store for $12 and had appraised at over $2K which was a huge influence in why I love vintage shopping today. Or the not terribly expensive LK Bennett bag I bought on one of my first trips to London. Or the Marc Jacobs clutch that I got at a sample sale in New York.
Now that I think of it, pretty much all of my bags have a story to them. And that, to me, is why I love them so much.