Now for the sadder story...
Yesterday, I said goodbye to my black swan - my So Black Kelly.
Here is a pic from back when I first found her.
It is unfortunate, but it certainly happens: when we are head over heels for something, it haunts us in our sleep and we go to great lengths - and losses, even - to obtain it...
And then, it doesn't work, and the disillusionment sets in.
I am the type of person for whom usability is important. If I have something extremely expensive just sitting in my closet gathering dust, I not only feel sad, I feel angry and annoyed each time I see it.
The 32 retourne Kelly, for me, is a small bag, but that is not the problem. It is a small bag without a strap - that is the issue. The Birkin is a tote and looks a lot better hand-carried, and so does the Kelly 35...
I considered buying a fendi strap, and I still think I will acquire it for my vintage black kelly sellier...
But the idea did not excite me. I could never think of a reason to take out the so black rather than my vintage black kelly.
For a number of reasons, I just kept finding excuses to not take out the so black. It wasn't so much about the delicacy of box leather - I use my sellier vintage a LOT - it was more about the hardware, and about the exclusivity of the bag:
I had resale value on the brain.
If I got a strap and it scratched the hardware, causing the silver base to show, it would loose some of its so-black appeal. And it would certainly lower the price at which I could sell it. Also, when I took pictures with it it just looked like another black bag. I love the look of the contrasting hardware, I realised. Its absence took away some of the charm.
This was the weirdest feeling for me - I never feel extremely precious about clothes and bags and things that are meant to be used. If I wanted something to enjoy looking at, I'd buy a painting from an artist I love. So due to this and in part because of the bag's impracticality, this became a 'special occasion' sort of bag, and I hadn't meant it to be that way. I have, like, two occasions a year maybe! I am severely socially anxious, I am a lark and do not tolerate being up late...all this basically sums up to movie nights, romantic dinners in, nerdy book sessions and web surfing. Which both me and dh love, I'm not complaining at all, but you see why having a 'special occasion bag' works zilch for me.
But I just couldn't bear to let it go for the longest time. I thought, so many people have regular H bags, and I have this rare treasure, how can I sell it?
But like I said, when I want a rare, super expensive item to admire sitting on a shelf, I will get a painting. And make money renting it to art galleries - much more useful
So I am happy to say goodbye to it and have a bag in a colour that makes me happy everytime I look, not annoyed and searching for an excuse to use it.
I got into the whole minimalist thing some time ago, and the neutrals-only wardrobe idea, and it just made me depressed. I need some colour!
Anyone here had a similar situation?
You wanted a bag sooo bad, or you managed to get your hands on a super-exclusive piece you thought you'd treasure forever,
only to become disappointed and eager to say goodbye?
Please do share!