I was walking back from a meeting at another building this afternoon with two of my co-workers, and didn't realize that we were taking the super shortcut until I looked down and was faced with a short but very steep hill that I would have to go down to get to the front door. Naturally, the two guys had already made it down just fine, but I'm pacing at the top, hollering about how I don't do well trying to get down a grassy hill while carrying a handbag and a notebook and a can of soda.
But like the big dummy I am, I did it anyway. And I fell hard, after tripping on a tree root near the bottom. The good news is that I didn't run into the tree. The bad news is that my arm is scraped up pretty nasty and I mashed my knee bad enough to make it swell up.
But the worst news is that I was carrying my big new white calfskin Daphne top-handle satchel that I bought myself just last weekend as my very last purchase before my now-in-effect multi-month shopping ban. ACK! And if I'd been realizing that I had this bag on my arm, then I would have realized I shouldn't have even tried it.
Considering the force of the spill, and the fact that it's soft white calfskin, it did remarkably well. But there are a few grass stains here and there, that I'm praying AppleGuard cleaner will remove (the card for this bag says do NOT use the Coach cleaner on it), and more sadly, there is a small tear in the finish on the bottom corner on one of the front pockets. Instead of white, it's a small dark spot. Sniff.
My co-workers were worried about me, to their credit, but I was just worried about the bag. (surprise!) I had actually been thinking last night about returning it, but had decided that I really wanted to keep it just before this happened. Good thing, huh, because it definitely would not pass the return test now.
At least it wasn't a fabric bag. Or a straw one. Or my mono canvas Alma.
ush:
But like the big dummy I am, I did it anyway. And I fell hard, after tripping on a tree root near the bottom. The good news is that I didn't run into the tree. The bad news is that my arm is scraped up pretty nasty and I mashed my knee bad enough to make it swell up.
But the worst news is that I was carrying my big new white calfskin Daphne top-handle satchel that I bought myself just last weekend as my very last purchase before my now-in-effect multi-month shopping ban. ACK! And if I'd been realizing that I had this bag on my arm, then I would have realized I shouldn't have even tried it.
Considering the force of the spill, and the fact that it's soft white calfskin, it did remarkably well. But there are a few grass stains here and there, that I'm praying AppleGuard cleaner will remove (the card for this bag says do NOT use the Coach cleaner on it), and more sadly, there is a small tear in the finish on the bottom corner on one of the front pockets. Instead of white, it's a small dark spot. Sniff.
My co-workers were worried about me, to their credit, but I was just worried about the bag. (surprise!) I had actually been thinking last night about returning it, but had decided that I really wanted to keep it just before this happened. Good thing, huh, because it definitely would not pass the return test now.
At least it wasn't a fabric bag. Or a straw one. Or my mono canvas Alma.
ush:
bring it in to the coach store and ask them to repair the tear. 
