I heart handbags

I heart handbags

A Story by Just Manoosh
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Written June 2007, pre deletion date.

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I "heart" heartbags

 

The love of a handbag is a very special thing, it opens the doors to many many paths.

Okay, so a handbag is just a "thing" right? but it can stand for many things. Today, or last night even, it stood for and held a whole host of love.

I, like any other woman of the Western world, know the pleasure of accessories, but look further, take things stage by stage. For me it is not possession, it is the inspiration. I can spy a beautiful handbag a mile away. There is a careful well managed structure to my chosing. It has to be unique, stylish and have unashamed quality. Age and condition has no meaning, but inspiration does.

Once I have secured a unique handbag my mind races, do I take it home immediately and place it in its coveted spot in my wardrobes or do I search for a matching pair "just as amazing" shoes.

I will stop at a bar to contemplate this and keep peaking at my handbag, pride and love in control, feeling the eyes around looking at my purchase.

Surely to love a handbag is okay? it harms none, and in todays world of evil dictators, a girl and her handhag is the least of our problems.

Self indulgence, bad or good? Well then let me explain further.

I love vintage handbags. My oldest and most curious bag was made in the 1950's. It was a darling buy for the vendor had no idea what she was selling, according to her it was from the 1970's. Not that it is important to you "the reader" but it is snakeskin on the outside (hopefully reproduction) and immaculate suede inside, hallmarked throughout and made in Regent Street London. Such a curious little bag.

Anyway, I love it, I have loved it since I found it. I desperately wanted to unearth this little gem and seek its story.

Recently one of my closest friends suffered the loss of a loved one. From 4,000 miles away I was the one who she called on. Friends are friends, distant matters not. She cried, we exchanged strength and luckily for once my mobile did not run out of charge.

As of yesterday my little 1950's handbag resides in Canton, Ohio. Now she knows how much I love her and that, no matter the miles, I am with her all the way.

The moral of this story? handbags may be brought with "possession" love but they hold inside them all the love in the world, all the love I could give her was delivered yesterday.

Mx

PS/ She absolutely adores it too now

© 2008 Just Manoosh


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Recently one of my closest VIRTUAL friends suffered the loss of a loved one. From 4,000 miles away I was the one who she called. Friends are friends, distant matters not. We both cried, we both exchanged strength and luckily for once my mobile did not run out of charge.

Lovely funny story!!
I have never been a handbag person, but I loved the way you
made me feel for your handbags! You have written a unique piece,
full of thought and style!

Posted 17 Years Ago


4 of 4 people found this review constructive.




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I have a Juicy handbag that I just absolutely love, its like my baby. I don't know why I do, but its because I think it protects everything that I cherish enough to carry around with me on a day to day basis. This was a great story that many women can relate too. Thanks for the read.

Posted 17 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

This is an inspiring story. I love handbags and now I love thinking that they hold love to carry to someone across continents and oceans. Bravo! Love it. This gave us some insight on you and your love for handbags. More importantly, it gave us insight on you and your love for your friends.

Great job and thanks for sharing.

Posted 17 Years Ago


3 of 3 people found this review constructive.

a cute nice philosophy how I didn't think about it, yet.
The moral of this story? handbags may be brought with "possession" love but they hold inside them all the love in the world, all the love I could give her was delivered by courier yesterday == this is a fantastic ending and morality.
luv it.

Posted 17 Years Ago


4 of 4 people found this review constructive.

Recently one of my closest VIRTUAL friends suffered the loss of a loved one. From 4,000 miles away I was the one who she called. Friends are friends, distant matters not. We both cried, we both exchanged strength and luckily for once my mobile did not run out of charge.

Lovely funny story!!
I have never been a handbag person, but I loved the way you
made me feel for your handbags! You have written a unique piece,
full of thought and style!

Posted 17 Years Ago


4 of 4 people found this review constructive.

hahahah I love this story becuz I am around women a lot and I know how much you women love hand bags...... it's part of your indentity. It's a part of you. Therefor as a man.... this doesn't bother me how women can obsessed over them.... I love your piece....its funny and it made me smile :) I'm sure this piece will make many others smile also. :D

Posted 17 Years Ago


3 of 3 people found this review constructive.


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