Do you remember your first love? The first time you laid eyes on it? Do you remember that feeling where you saw it, and you gasped for air? Or that instant feeling of knowing that you had to have exactly what you were looking at? These are all the exact same feelings I had the first time I fell in love with my first every Louis Vuitton handbag. Haha, don’t worry, I wasn’t about to gush all the details on my love life, besides, this is a fashion blog after all! Instead, I’m talking about my other first love…my love for designer handbags and the one that started it all.
I remember the first time I saw this bag and knew right away I was in love. Anyone that knows me knows that I have a love (and pretty substantial collection) for handbags. I remember the day I walked into a Louis Vuitton store and saw this adorably cute handbag. At the time, I couldn’t yet afford such a luxury myself, so I did some convincing and persuaded my generous mother who gifted and fulfilled my dream of owing my very first high-end designer bag. I’m sure she remembers just as much as I do how much I wanted and adored this bag. It took this little piece of gem to start what has now become a love of mine in collecting designer handbags.
While I cherish, have worked hard for, and have taken care of each and every piece I own, this one holds a special place in my heart. One because it was gifted to me by my mother, but also because I still remember how I would care for it, was so excited for, and couldn’t believe I actually had a designer handbag in my possession. The things that I own always have a story and memory that are attached to it. Some of my handbags have come and gone, I’ve sold, or given away ones that I didn’t have a need for anymore. This handbag is small, and at this point in my life doesn’t fit my lifestyle with kids and all, but I will never get rid of it. I will always cherish the meaning of it, the memories that come along with it, and remember it as my first love… a love, a piece that maybe one day I can pass on to my daughter.