I am having an affair…with Mr. Louis Vuitton. It’s shameful, I know, but he just makes me so happy. It’s not even rational, but I just can’t help myself. I catch one glimpse of him and I get goosebumps. It’s not some cheap, tawdry one-night stand either. It’s been a really long-term thing. I know he’s bad for me and I did manage to quit him cold turkey a few years ago, but it was so hard. I would see him with other girls and I would get soooo jealous. I’ve tried to stay away…tried to replace him in my heart… but I just can’t do it anymore. No one else is quite the same as my Louis…
I wish I were kidding, but I’m not. I have a serious addiction…to designer handbags in general and to Louis Vuitton specifically. It’s my mother’s fault. She bought me my very first Louis at the age of 18. Ever since, I just can’t get enough. J thinks I’m crazy. He bought me one for Christmas a few years ago and when I opened it and he realized that it was so expensive and it wasn’t even leather he about fell over.
After J bought me that bag for Christmas, I decided to give my Louis habit a break. It’s really tough because I walk by the store every night on my way home and the bags…they call to me. They say, “Aren’t we so gorgeous and pretty and classic? Don’t you just want to take us home to live with you?” I’ve been ignoring these calls. I even managed to walk away from the counter when I was temporarily distracted by a particularly gorgeous, new style in Bloomingdales one day.
But now I have spring fever and I need a new bag. But I don’t want just any bag. I want the hot pink patent leather satchel. I decided to join Bag, Borrow or Steal (which is now called Avelle) so I can indulge my desire in a more responsible way. Right now I’m on the wait list, but soon I will be strutting all over Manhattan with my sexy little bag, making all the other girls jealous of me.
I can’t wait!