In high school, I had this gorgeous, all leather black bag with my first initial on it in hot pink. It was by a "no-name" designer (can't remember who right now) and I got so many compliments on it. It was stolen twice. The first time was in 9th grade, and our school resource officer found it in the trash can of the boys' restroom. The second time was in 11th grade. We were in rehearsals for a musical, and someone literally walked in off the street, took my bag and a couple other girls' bags, and walked out. Never saw it again.
Yeah, it was a no-name, but it was such a cute, functional little thing.