26 December 2009
>Column no. 5 published on www.fashionscene.nl today! Dutch? Click here.
Bag, dear Bag. I’m sorry to say it like this, but I’ve got another one. It has been a beautiful time with you, but enough is enough. You brought me just a little too much into embarrassing situations and literally dropped a bit too much stitches past time…
Because with a littlebit help of best friend Ring binder, there’s an enormous hole in every inside bag now. The ends have ruined the lining completely, and I just can’t trust you anymore. Maybe you’ll understand: with someone who let me down that way I can’t stay any longer.
For example: the day that my few days old mobile phone was trackless. After searching for it in half of the town and school a teacher gave me the, quite obvious, tip to call my number. As said, as done, and there I stood with my red face when the buzzing noice came from my, but especially yóur, direction.
Or the time that I blamed my sister for collarring my half make-up box, when I missed the one after the other item. Until I, a few weeks ago, felt something mascara-shaped while packing my books. I was fearing the worst, and indeed; with a little bit of magic I found two lipsticks, foundation, a little mirror, and blisterplasters as well. You were catched in the act…
… and I determined it was time to exchange you. After some oriëntation I thought black would be the safest for everday and I chose patchworked for the oldschool vintage feeling. A strip for over the shoulder as well as grip for the practical aspect and leather for the sustainability. This was gonna be my partner for the future, as he suited all demands.
But, dear Bag, in the spirit of Christmas you deserve a tribute as well. As you were my pack-mule for years, adjusted to my clothes, but I even used you to do ‘bagfights’ or kill spiders. Beautiful moments I shared with you by my side, you were my mate. Goodbye, Bag…
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