1949 28 Vache. All of my bags are varying degrees of vintage but this one is the oldest by far. She looks good for 70. I bought her on ebay from another member of the purse forum for only $2,000. She had been well massaged many time with Blackrocks, so she is velvety, supple, and smooth. She does scuff easily, but the marks disappear with a touch of Blackrocks. I love the patina on the flap.
Here she is with her favorite scarf. Art des Steppes.
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Here she is with her sister who is porc from the 1990s.
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Here she is on the one evening in the last 5 years that it was cold enough to wear my fur coat (I live in a sub tropical climate). I tell myself DH & I should go to NYC in the winter so I could wear my coat and carry this bag, but then I remember how miserable snow slush can be.
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I struggle with trying to feel ok about being a collector and not carrying all of my bags. I love owning this one for the history and for its amazing hand. But the color doesn't work in my wardrobe which is almost all jewel tone. So every year in the fall I think about rehoming to someone who would carry her, and then I back out because of the hassle of selling. Then I start fantasizing about getting her a Rebbeca Minkoff guitar strap and letting her be edgy. Think I think about dressing her up with a tone on tone twillie (tan Passages to Toyoko). But mostly I do nothing but admire her. She has a very active position in my fantasy life regarding carrying my bags, but less so IRL.