The One

Went by Hilton yesterday because I wanted to hunt down a pair of Marni shoes and to check out Balenciaga and Mulberry in view of Project Buy a Real Bag.

Mulberry and Marni were uneventful but Balenciaga got my blood pumping.

I had been musing about the one below because when I look at it and my mind rapidly flips through the wardrobe image cards, I can see it fit in perfectly. The boutique didn't have it, though.

Instead, they had the above in a flaming, stunning, mind-consuming coral red. I couldn't find a picture of the actual bag, so you just have to imagine the colour below on the bag above.

Since then, my mind has not been the same. The sight of the bag pops into my head relentlessly. I've even done the wardrobe cards flipping thing - green shoes, purple shoes, pink shoes, tonnes of black outfits, printed dresses, purple tights, blue tights... all check, check, check.

Now, I just have to sit on it and wait. Partly to save for it, partly because, like I told my friends, I have to wait long enough to make sure it's not just a thing I'm going through. Like how I completely adored the Mulberry Mabel at first sight, only to decide months later that it's too staidly for me.

And of course, I do realise that it'll be a whole new slippery slope kinda ball game if I do invest in the bag. Gushing over pictures is hardly in the same league as actually paying for it with hard-earned money and bringing it home. I titled this The One but I don't believe in that concept, whether in relationships or with bags. It's just The One (for now). But I will deal with it when the time comes.