The selfish me
I’ve lost sleep for the past few days because I am determined to be selfish. In 3 days a few hours minutes, I turn 3 decades old and I am set on giving in on one of my longest cravings - getting myself a nice bag. Oh yes, what better way to embrace the 30s than to adorn my arm with a nice bag?!
I had 3 bags on my list. Well, actually there are more but I have to narrow it down, or else choosing just won’t end. So, I’ve decided to get myself this -
A Longchamp Le Pliage large shopping tote with long handles in Paper (yes, the color is paper). The photo here is actually a limited edition eiffel tower le pliage in paper. What I got is a plain one, without the eiffel tower print. I like it plain.
I love totes and how functional they are. I’m into low maintenance dunk-and-go bags and a le pliage has that functionality coupled with style. It can shift from shopping bag to work bag to diaper bag and still look good doing all of those.
Now, choosing which Le Pilage among the array of colors available wasn’t easy. There are just too many colors to choose from and they are all nice. I originally wanted a red one, like this -
In fact, that’s what I first ordered online (got my bag at bagshop.com courtesy of my bag hag friend, Pia; they have a good selection of Longchamps on sale right now). But while I was at Greenbelt last night, I saw a lady toting this red le pliage. I changed my mind. It was nice alright, but the color just wasn’t me. So, as soon as I got home, I went over the catalog again and picked another color. With some advice from my husband, I chose paper. Next to red, paper is another color I really liked so I went for it. I’ve seen a paper le pliage before and it is stunning. It had a nice glow to it - light and elegant. Like champagne. Like how I want myself to be in my 30s.
I have several more selfish things that I want to do for my birthday. I want to get a pedicure and a massage, watch a movie and die a chocolate death. Unfortunately, my back is out again so I’m afraid things have to wait ‘til I can walk straight.
My new bag won’t be here until the end of the month. I had it shipped to my aunt who’s in California right now. She’ll be coming home on the 29th. It’s not here yet but knowing that it’s mine is enough to satisfy the selfish me. Twelve minutes left before I turn 30. Allow me to be selfish, just this time.
