You're are so funny. I imagine all the things running through your mind...hard to concentrate I bet.
Like others have said, I am glad she had a REAL Coach bag and was proud to use it. I agree that I would have chosen a darker leather bag for an everyday tote, but to each their own.
I do baby my bags, but that is more for me being a germophobe than to keep the bag pristine. I am aware that bags get used and get worn out at some point. But I personally don't like putting a bag on a bathroom counter (or FLOOR ) or restaurant floor and then putting it under my arm close to my body. It just gives me the heebee-jeebies. But I guess that's no one's problem except my own!
It is their money and their bag and I guess they can treat it however suits them.
I don't necessarily "baby" my bags, but then again I really only have coach's leather. I stay away from the scarf prints (even though I LOVE LOVE LOVE the most recent one) and signature because I feel like I would have to be a little more careful than I am with their leather. Coach is so durable! I will set my bag on the ground at my own house or my friends, at work (under my desk), but not in a restaurant or other public place . . . .
I don't think setting a bag on a desk without paper towel or putting a bag on the ground is abuse, to be honest- i'd look at you like you were crazy if I saw you gently laying out paper towel to put your bag on
Well...I look at that old and run-down bag a bit differently, maybe because I have a few 30-year-old bags in my closet!
Seriously. My first Coach bag was purchased in the summer of 1976. Every time I look at or carry that bag I remember that shopping trip with my mother. Having gone to Catholic school all my life, I needed tons of clothes when it was time to go away to college. During that marathon one week shopping session we picked out a very simple and basic Coach purse for me to take to school. I remember my father conditioning it, along with all my shoes, for me the night before I finished packing, and giving it to me with tears in his eyes when he was finished. It's the bag I was carrying when my husband proposed, and when I walked up the steps of the Capitol for my first day of work. Like me, the years have made their mark on her--there are some scuffs, a few water spots, and a small ink stain. But she has 'pride of place' in my closet among all my bags, and every now and again I take her out, recondition her again, and wear her for a day or two. Just to remember.