…yes, we were, only as recently as Wednesday.
Remember the old song “She Can’t Find Her Keys.”?
Well, if you do, you’re as old as I am, and I’m sure there are a few who won’t admit it.
Paul Peterson made it famous on the “Donna Reed Show” back in the 60s. My sister, Zola thought he was ‘dreamy’.
I’ll let you be the judge.
But, alas, the purpose of this post isn’t keys, 60s TV show, Zola, nor is it dream boats of yesterday. It’s about hand bags.
Frankly, just like all other guys, I don’t get it.
Back in the 80s, it was Aigner. Every thing was Aigner, wallets, bags, shoes, cigarette cases…yes, they made them…Aigner, Aigner, Aigner.
It’s the first ‘brand’ I remember. Every one who was any one at Southern Bell’s 500 S. Orange Avenue had one, or two, or thirty. They were pricey. Some were over $100.
Nowadays, a hundred bucks will not only barely fill UP your SUV, it won’t let you smell the leather of a designer bag.
The 90s brought us Louis Vuitton, fake Louis Vuitton, Dooney and Bourke, and countless others.
Of course, the Vuitton brand pattern is only slightly less well known that Coca Cola!
All the bags, then and now are counterfeited, faked, ripped-off, sent UP, etc.
But the real ones can run hundreds to thousands of dollars.
What does a hand bag mean?
What does it represent?
What does it do for y’all other than hold your ‘stuff’?
Seriously, tell me.
And, why are they so darned expensive?
Does a $37,000 Hermes bag really ‘say it all’?
Wouldn’t a tote from Mart de la Wal do the same thing?
Or, is it oneUPwomanship?
“I’m better than you because I have a better bag”, is that it?
Really, I just don’t get it!
My guess is, that The handbag is The badge of honor, not unlike the right car for a guy, the right prep school for the Harvard wannabe, and the right coffee for me.
But, if I pay $500 for a hand bag, it’d had better have $450 inside of it!
And, please, don’t get me started on man purses!!