My top three are (Sorry, the pics aren't of my actual bags - though the link to the Dior one has a pic of the real bag. I just thought the visuals were nice to add):
1. Linea Pelle turquoise croc leather 'Dylan' hobo. This is my very favourite bag, hands down. The day my mother was diagnosed with terminal cancer she absolutely did not want to sit at home. So we pretended everything was normal and ran errands. One thing I had to do was pick up a Michael Kors bag from the cleaner as it had gotten a salt stain on it. The cleaner not only failed to remove the stain, they actually ruined the bag. At that point, I didn't care at all. What the heck is a stupid handbag when your mummy won't live to see your next birthday?! My beautiful mother got stubborn and utterly refused to accept my ruined bag. She insisted we go buy another one then and there. When I told her over and over that it didn't matter, that I didn't care, she said, "Look, I can't fix having cancer. I can't fix that I'm going to die. But I can bloody well fix a ruined purse and you're going to let me!" This is the bag we bought. I don't use it much, but her ringing declaration and demand to "fix" it will be something I remember forever.
My next favourite bag is my magnolia pink Dior New Lock bag, which also has a story connected to my mum. I won't retell it, it's here if you wish to read it:
http://forum.purseblog.com/dior/my-very-first-dior-and-long-story-go-781708.html
My third favourite, a Burberry raspberry Nova Check hobo bag, also has a story. (I think maybe the memories attached to my things is often what makes me love them so much...) We had been living like students for a very long time, as I have two undergraduate degrees and my husband has his PhD, so we had watched our social circle "grow up" and buy new houses and cars while we still considered ordering pizza AND getting Starbucks in one week as pretty darn luxurious. But we made it, and I had saved up for a celebration splurge. After Christmas, Holt Renfrew (the fancy department store in Canada) has their big sale. We were in Edmonton, but the Holt's in Calgary is way better. It's bigger, nicer, and has a much better selection. The weekend we were going to drive up we got hit with a blizzard. My husband was determined not to disappoint me, so above my protests we piled into the car and started the three hour drive to Calgary. To make a long story short, the roads were HORRIFIC. That drive took us over eight hours. We were utterly stupid to have even attempted it. We made it, safely, and I bought a beautiful Burberry bag. (Because, really, to not buy one after all that would have just been silly!) We stayed in a hotel for two nights until the roads were better and mocked ourselves mercilessly over our own foolishness. It's still a story we laugh over, the handbag that was worth facing a blizzard for!
1. Linea Pelle turquoise croc leather 'Dylan' hobo. This is my very favourite bag, hands down. The day my mother was diagnosed with terminal cancer she absolutely did not want to sit at home. So we pretended everything was normal and ran errands. One thing I had to do was pick up a Michael Kors bag from the cleaner as it had gotten a salt stain on it. The cleaner not only failed to remove the stain, they actually ruined the bag. At that point, I didn't care at all. What the heck is a stupid handbag when your mummy won't live to see your next birthday?! My beautiful mother got stubborn and utterly refused to accept my ruined bag. She insisted we go buy another one then and there. When I told her over and over that it didn't matter, that I didn't care, she said, "Look, I can't fix having cancer. I can't fix that I'm going to die. But I can bloody well fix a ruined purse and you're going to let me!" This is the bag we bought. I don't use it much, but her ringing declaration and demand to "fix" it will be something I remember forever.
My next favourite bag is my magnolia pink Dior New Lock bag, which also has a story connected to my mum. I won't retell it, it's here if you wish to read it:
http://forum.purseblog.com/dior/my-very-first-dior-and-long-story-go-781708.html
My third favourite, a Burberry raspberry Nova Check hobo bag, also has a story. (I think maybe the memories attached to my things is often what makes me love them so much...) We had been living like students for a very long time, as I have two undergraduate degrees and my husband has his PhD, so we had watched our social circle "grow up" and buy new houses and cars while we still considered ordering pizza AND getting Starbucks in one week as pretty darn luxurious. But we made it, and I had saved up for a celebration splurge. After Christmas, Holt Renfrew (the fancy department store in Canada) has their big sale. We were in Edmonton, but the Holt's in Calgary is way better. It's bigger, nicer, and has a much better selection. The weekend we were going to drive up we got hit with a blizzard. My husband was determined not to disappoint me, so above my protests we piled into the car and started the three hour drive to Calgary. To make a long story short, the roads were HORRIFIC. That drive took us over eight hours. We were utterly stupid to have even attempted it. We made it, safely, and I bought a beautiful Burberry bag. (Because, really, to not buy one after all that would have just been silly!) We stayed in a hotel for two nights until the roads were better and mocked ourselves mercilessly over our own foolishness. It's still a story we laugh over, the handbag that was worth facing a blizzard for!
You have to find a picture to post, as I would really like to see your special bag!
