Hi, I’m Red. But you already know that, you see, I’m Red.
I was purchased because my owner wanted to look cool, feel cool and appear apart from other bag owners.
I’m also being written about because my owner as a young kid, and then a young adult loved writing autobiographies… pages and pages of whacked out stuff about trees and umbrellas etc. As a young mom, she still has the drive to write and get whacky and therefore, you dear reader, will have to read. Though, if you are already bored, you will click some other link , or load another blog, or even shut your browser.
I’m not blaming you.
So, I was brought home from Shoe Mart after my owner parted with a nice crisp 100 buck note and was proudly filled up with accessories and make up and her Armani shades, some hand sanitizer, car keys and photographs, diary, pens, pencils and a wallet.. thus, I was prepared for being taken to office the next day.
For some reason, confidence failed to reach my owner and she didn’t seem too proud to hold me but she had to put up an appearance… dared she say she’d made a fashion faux pas? No!
Some people thought it rather cool, some thought it wierd – not because it was wierd, but the bag was just not ME.
I tagged along everywhere she went and held all of her stuff in place and boy, did she ever carry me light? No! I felt like a sack of stones day after day. I was strong and I was nice and madam pushed me at the back of her desk. To be hidden.
Though, she saw the advantage of carrying me when she started using me daily. I seemed to sort of grow on her. In the next few months, I started housing her walkman, prayer books, scarf, water bottle and so many other tiny things, plus all the garbage i.e. toffee wrappers, bills, used paper, torn envelopes..
She drove me nuts. I had to start stinking for her to ever clean me.. Ok.. now I’m totally being a bitch. She did clean me every week but I’m so pissed off at her for leaving me in the dark and ending my party so early. I hope she reads this.
Oh, and she DID Love me. Refused to part with me even when she bought her self that chic maroon tote! My owner seems a little crazy, likes to be lively, and can go crazy with colors. If she had a fat paycheck, I bet she’d buy that hot yellow tote from ALDO and just to match her top, she’d have the gleaming green one too!
Anyway, did you know I traveled big time. Country to country.. I traveled all the emirates. I went to every mall in Dubai and Sharjah. I got pictured and talked about. Life was fun for a whole year and a half. And then some dumb ass bumped into me and took a bit of my skin with him.
She saw it immediately. She was horrified. But the freak was happy. It was time to buy a new HOT bag. Yeah, this time, she’s purchased something out of the world, I agree. It’s beautiful. And I don’t get a dime for the appreciation but I got put away in her cupboard. Now I serve her as the emergency bag. Whenever she needs to go at immediate notice, she picks me and runs out. I hold some of the emergency basics. A Lipstick, a few accessories. A 50 AED note….
The bright side is that I get to bask in the fragrance of her divine Versace perfume, all day and night.
