It is official. I just heard from Rago brothers that my 13 year old Large Princy Tote can’t/isn’t worth being repaired. She is special to me for so many reasons. I bought her as my first “mom” bag replacement for a diaper bag. She held all of my crap and hid toddler stuff to keep me looking chic. I went to the boutique because I loved the Positano tote and was sure I would buy one. But Princy was my girl from the moment I put her on. She stayed my girl. Even when I would show her the sunlight the last few years, and I knew she was shy and just wanted to stay safe from stares at home. Frayed fabric. Faded corners and trim. Worn piping. Limp handles. But her metal tipped Gucci striped bow always stayed fresh and crisp even as her matching key fob furled over a decade ago.
Princy and I have traveled everywhere—by planes, trains and automobiles. Even clearly worn, she would still get compliments from passersby, especially as coated GG Supreme Canvas became the norm. When the omnipresent and cliched Neverfull started hanging around her, Princy stood strong and flexible, soft and secure with her interior snap cinch and leather corners.
I have stalked resale sites for a few years, carrying Princy only when absolutely necessary or on the occasion I just had to feel her comfortably folded into my right side. There are Princy family members for sale, but not the queen. They are medium or small, gold or that weird pink purple color. Even the occasional red. A few wallets. Once I think I saw her on The Real Real, but the condition wasn’t that much better than my beautiful Princy at the time.
Gucci SA’s have tried to replace my love, but they know deep down no leather or supreme canvas can do everything Princy does. Mulberry and YSL totes entered our family. They have their place, but there are no replacement. We even considered a Chanel Coco Handle Tote but quickly left her with friends at the boutique.
Our family has grown with many other handbags we love through the past 13 years—even some we realized should have come home years earlier because they have such prominent place in our lives. WOCs, cross bodies of varying size, satchels and minis. Yet Princy was always the girl we yearned to carry. So it seems fitting that I say goodbye here, on TPF, with those who understand. My love. My Princy. I will keep you in your original dust bag and only get you out for a sweet caress or a trip for which no one else deserves. May you Rest In Peace.
Princy and I have traveled everywhere—by planes, trains and automobiles. Even clearly worn, she would still get compliments from passersby, especially as coated GG Supreme Canvas became the norm. When the omnipresent and cliched Neverfull started hanging around her, Princy stood strong and flexible, soft and secure with her interior snap cinch and leather corners.
I have stalked resale sites for a few years, carrying Princy only when absolutely necessary or on the occasion I just had to feel her comfortably folded into my right side. There are Princy family members for sale, but not the queen. They are medium or small, gold or that weird pink purple color. Even the occasional red. A few wallets. Once I think I saw her on The Real Real, but the condition wasn’t that much better than my beautiful Princy at the time.
Gucci SA’s have tried to replace my love, but they know deep down no leather or supreme canvas can do everything Princy does. Mulberry and YSL totes entered our family. They have their place, but there are no replacement. We even considered a Chanel Coco Handle Tote but quickly left her with friends at the boutique.
Our family has grown with many other handbags we love through the past 13 years—even some we realized should have come home years earlier because they have such prominent place in our lives. WOCs, cross bodies of varying size, satchels and minis. Yet Princy was always the girl we yearned to carry. So it seems fitting that I say goodbye here, on TPF, with those who understand. My love. My Princy. I will keep you in your original dust bag and only get you out for a sweet caress or a trip for which no one else deserves. May you Rest In Peace.
