I have recently found myself lusting after a Celine Nano bag with such force I am rather glad there are no stores in my city - the closest is Singapore but I refuse to stoop to begging my brother’s girlfriend to go and buy me one. I had the chance to buy one in London but I had just, only hours before, purchased this eye searingly bright baby:
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So I thought I should slow down. Besides, they only had green or black and I want one of these perfectly formed little honeys:
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I am also slightly worried about myself. Part of me wonders whether I really want it because I like it in terms of design, form, function etc or because I have seen it being lugged around by various fashion editors and hangers on. Don’t get me wrong, I am in love with the colour scheme (case in point: I am currently wearing these exact colours) but I could just as easily get a bag from a cheaper brand in the same tones, I’ve definitely seen a few hanging around. But it wouldn’t have those handles… or that strap… or that neat gold lettering. The price tag isn’t so much an issue, I am in the blessed position of having not progressed into the world of full adulthood (perhaps another reason I chose to remain at uni…?) even though I work full time and contribute to family expenses, so I would be able to save up after a few months of frugality (re: no more iced chocolate lattes or impromptu yum cha dates or trips to the Southern Highlands). And then there is my slightly demented desire to leave a fabulously curated stash of designer items for my future daughter (yes, singular. I want one girl and a stack of boys) and granddaughters. Odd I know, but once J and I get married it will be a hard slog of house buying, child rearing and career maintaining, so the desire to treat myself now, while I can afford to splurge, is pretty intense.
I really hope this doesn’t sound too selfish but I also really want to be the cool stylish mum for my kids rather than one of the one-tracksuit-wonders that seem to populate the school where my mother teaches. A horrible statement I know, seeing I have no idea how hard it is to be a mother – I will witness it first hand soon enough as my very close friend is due in a few months – but I have always worked hard to carefully maintain what I see as a classic style and I hate the thought of being too tired to maintain my own appearance as well as my children’s.
Is it wrong that I see this bag as the epitome of my desired future mum-style even though it will be at least five years until I procreate (touch wood)? And, honestly, I need some opinions here ladies: do you think this bag is worth it?