In one of my previous lives, I was a French aristocrat. Madame D'Entremont, mes amies. I had many servants (I was very good to them); I had several children whom I adored (their au pairs adored me as well); beaucoupe tres belle confidantes (many afternoon excursions including volunteering then shopping and cocktails); and a tall, blond and handsome husband (very much like D but possibly with a lot more money). And in that previous life, I always, always carried a bag like this.
What's good to know is that here, today, in contemporary middle-class America, I can, in theory, still feel like Coco Chanel or the Queen of France or Madame D'Entremont. There are tons, TONS, of rip-off websites that supply look-alike bags. Or look-alike Christian Loubouton shoes. Then why is it that I can never bring myself to buy these rip-offs? Is it that I know economically-challenged individuals in third-world countries get paid pittances (pitti?) to put these faux-leather accessories together? Is it because I am a snob and I'd rather buy obviously cheap items if I can't have the real deal? Or is it because, ultimately, I don't really care about a specific look/item/name?
Je ne comprende pas moi, mes amies. Perhaps in the next life. Au revoir!
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