To everyone who is currently doing time on Ban Island, I have a story about appreciating what you have.
My collection has grown a lot since I joined the forum and I have been considering to downsize a bit. I haven't worn my Court in ages, so she was a strong contender for getting the boot. She was my second ever Coach bag and while I've always liked her very much, I never had this intense excitement and love for her that I felt for some of my other bags. She's a bit on the stiff side even though she's Costa Rican, has a couple of permanent scratches and a few areas where the black didn't fully bounce back after rehab.
However, these imperfections and my liking but not really loving her were the reasons she became my workhorse/ beater. Downpour? Court. Movies and eating greasy food in the dark? Court. Dancing in sketchy underground venues? Court. She has been sat on the gritty ramparts in Jerusalem, went to both sides of the Dead Sea with me and was checked out by curious crustaceans on Italian cliffs. The last time I used her I discovered she still had Jordanian desert sand in the back pocket. After that I felt a bit guilty and re-rehabbed her earlier this year, but only had a bad new batch of Lexol to condition her and it left a white cast that was a pain to buff away and I haven't carried her since.
Today I had a rare moment of not being able to decide which bag to carry. I was annoyed with myself and on a whim applied my old rule of 'when in doubt, wear the Court'. She immediately felt so familiar on my shoulder and I remembered all of our shared adventures and what a functional little bag she has proven herself to be in so many situations.
I got home, sponged her down with water, massaged her with some CPR and whispered a promise to her that I'll never ever part with her and that I'm sorry I ever even considered it.
I feel like I have finally fallen in love with that best friend that has always been right before my eyes, and it's even better than getting a new bag because it didn't involve a financial transaction. Here she is! The end!
