I own a few Coach bags and to be honest, they've stood the test of time. They've been through rain, snow, the sandbox, you name it...and they still look/feel really good. The leather is so soft. However, what turns me off is that every other woman I see has one. I know I'll get crucified for saying this, but they're sooooooo accessible. A very nice woman who works at my favorite grocery store saw mine, liked it and got her husband to buy her the exact same bag in the exact same color. (Yes, it's a free country...but still...Coach is a huge brand...Of all of the styles, she picked my exact bag in my exact color and she mentions it whenever she sees me.) I was in line at McDonald's a few weeks ago and there were three other ladies in line with Coach bags...One lady had one that was similar to mine, and the other two had other styles. Then, I looked down at mine...And I looked back at them with theirs. We were all moms...So, after that, I couldn't help but think of Coach as "mom" bags. I changed it when I got home. I went into the closet about an hour ago, looked up on the shelf and there it was in it's sleeper: the rejected Coach. I started to remember all of the good times, the feel of the soft leather...The pocket that was perfect for Chuck E. Cheese tokens...The extra $10.00 I found in the cellphone pocket...I was about to reach up and make the switch when suddenly... My daughter called me and I instantly had a "mom bag" flashback.:sad2: I choked...I just couldn't make the switch. My Aaneta bag (the bag I'm currently carrying) helps me to stay in denial...I don't feel like mom with oatmeal in her hair when I carry it...I feel like the artist who can do 150 stomach crunches, kick a$$ in Spin class and oh, yeah...she's a wife and a mom, too...and look at her bag...wow...never seen that one before..." But the Coach just sits there waiting patiently...Looking down on me and my vain rejection of it. *SIGH* The bag can see right through me. But the bag is forgiving...:suspiciou just like a mom.