How could this happen? I agonized over the decision to buy her. She was more than I'd ever spent on a bag before (oh, those days of innocence...) But she was so beautiful...she was my true love...before I knew it, I'd clicked BIN! When she arrived, I was in full-on superlove. It was July, and I thought, hey - why don't I put her away for a holiday treat? Won't she look adorable in December? So I slipped her into the dustbag and waited. Every so often I'd take her out to admire her and pet her, and she would make me smile, and I'd put her back in and wait some more. The other day, I decided it was time for my holiday treat. I pulled Ms. Cerises out of the dustbag, took the stuffing out of her, put my stuff in, and......eh. Just eh. She's still just as perfect as the day I got her, and she's cute, but doesn't utterly blow my skirt up the way I thought she would. No oooohs and ahhhhs. What's the matter with me? Am I really that fickle? Have I been spoiled/distracted/contaminated by my Balenciaga addiction? Will I come back around to my Cerises love, or should I let her go?