I detest fakes. Here's a funny story, about ME!!! :blink:
My father's a dear sweet somewhat-purse-saavy dude. He works in Markham, Ontario in a very wealthy asian sort of locale, and is a high profile developer throughout Ontario and surrounding places. One of his best sales agents and I always yapped about purses, she has an LV Noe that she got on a wicked ridiculously fabulous bargain, and at the time I was working with my father - Cherry Blossom fever had burnt out - but I was still obsessing.
So out I went for lunch to the Sushi Place next door - I noticed the particular Sales Agent's car at the office, and I came back. My father was lingering around my desk with a big grin on his face - what do I notice? Two Louis Vuittons on my desk - pretty good fakes, if I don't say so myself.
His remark - "Lolls, I know how much you like purses, and I can't believe I just spent $200 dollars on these two, but there you are"
In the bags? One Cherry Blossom Pochette, and a Viva Cite Pm. I tried my hardest to fake the smile at the time, but I have them in my closet, and ocassionally wear them because they remind me of my father's kind hearted ways.
So there's a good fake story
....AND... everytime he takes a look at a new purse, I can feign it as a FAKE! SCORE!!!!!!!!!!