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Monday 29 August 2011

Monday Ramble: Handbags and Brownie Points

It was my birthday recently. And it was on a Sunday two weeks ago that my darling husband phoned me from the mall and asked if I would like to come and choose my birthday present. Long story short, he had been handbag-shopping for me, and wanted to make sure that I liked what I got. (+brownie points for handbag, +brownie points for handbag-shopping, +brownie points for having the sense to know what this girl would want for her birthday) 


So off I went, only to find that hubby had not just been handbag-shopping, but had been shopping at stores that only sold branded handbags... Diesel, Guess, Gucci, Louis Vutton.... Hubby was going to buy me a quality bag, and he meant business about it! After an hour of looking at all the possibilities (+brownie points for an hour of patient shopping), we settled on a beautiful Guess handbag which cost enough of a fortune to make me cringe, even though we twisted the salesman's arm into offering a small discount. 






I thought my handbag was just perfect (+brownie points just for the hell of it) and boy, I was thrilled! Imagine my disgust, fellow inhabitants of this planet, when I discovered this past Sunday that the stitching that holds the handbag strap on had come loose, and the whole bag was quite literally hanging on by a thread. After two weeks! Well! *hell-hath-no-fury-face* Off I marched, back to the store from whence the offensive bag came, where I was greeted and treated with the most sincere apologies, and a salesman only too willing to allow me to select another bag.  


And I decided that I have a real problem with that. If you are going to manufacture a product like Guess and then charge someone's arm and leg for it, you better make damn sure that every single product leaving your factory be immaculate and worth that arm and leg. The whole glorious idea behind branded handbags is utterly destroyed for me, and by principle, I refuse to ever own one again. 


So I took a pair of jeans and a T-shirt in place of the bag. (+brownie points for unknowingly giving me two birthday presents instead of one) 


My thanks to the shop Branded, for their beyond-exceptional services, and my thanks to my husband, for being the most thoughtful man on this planet. *love*


Oh, and another ridiculous thing about branded handbags: did you know that they give you a bag to store your bag...? A bag for your bag, well I've never!!

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