Sometimes, baghags buy bags only for the sheer pleasure of acquiring one, not unlike owning an art piece. I struggled choosing between Framboise (a lovely pink shade) and Pomme d’ Amour (the signature red) and figured red is classic and classy. Then I spent days after just looking at it from the box, touching the silky, glassy material, appreciating its rather simple glory and sighing.
I got more bags after the Vernis episode and thankfully, they are much bigger, more complex and sturdier than this piece. I am not racked with guilt using the other bags even if some are even pricier and considered by others as more valuable. I’m not scared using them to bits or scratching them…but the sighing is not there.
I know some people who are baghags as well but do not have this same quirk. It’s just a bag, for crying out loud. But the thing is love is love. In many shapes and forms and in this weary world sometimes we get happiness in every way we can as long as we’re not stepping on anyone’s toes nor forgetting about reality and responsibilities. Whatever floats your boat.
But sighing and loving from afar is not the way to live. I guess it’s an alludment to life and all our loves in it. To experience it is not from a box, basking on the safety that we’ll never get scratched, tired out… but missing out on the many opportunities that we can share ourselves to the world. More importantly, missing out on the experiences that would truly give value and meaning…scratch and all.
Tomorrow, I’m taking out my Vernis from the back of my closet.
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