One faithful night, my car wheel clipped the base of a temporary cement road divider on Cross Street (darned roadworks never seem to end!). I sat strapped in helplessly as the tire punctured, and the car fell onto the driver’s side. T-I-M-B-E-R…Dooosh!
I was in shock and it felt like I had blacked out for a second. I could hear bystanders yelling at me to take the key out of the ignition, which I couldn’t.
“Roll down the passenger window!” Which I did, and stepping on broken glass, I took one last look at my shopping bags in my back seat from a Fendi event earlier in the day, my favourite Louboutins haphazardly strewn everywhere; finally I climbed onto the passenger headrest, and hoisted myself out of the window ( I thank my elliptical gym ritual and the helpful bystanders to be able to do this)
But. Not before I reached for my Kelly and stuffed my Kelly Pochette in it. Why two bags? I had 2 events that day, and what a way to end with a bang huh. Also, I’m thankful that I had finished my deliveries to customers, and there weren’t any goodies in the car that day.
My Kelly suffered some scratches, and considering the tumble it took, I’d say it emerged beautifully. The Kelly Pochette had nary a scratch on it. I’m sending both to spa, and I’ve since started my new (bag) lease of life with my Pink Lindy.
Check out the survivors. For the record: Swift leather (yup both bags, told you I’m a Swift lover) are hardier than you think. They survived a car accident.
Close-up of the scratches on the Kelly.
A series of life events unfolded after this, and wow, it kickstarted me into assessing my life priorities.
I’ve since scrapped the car, as it seems to be giving me some bad carma (hurhur), and hey, what matters is that we’re all survivors.
Of course, it’s not as tough as togo or clemence (and yes, Swift is slightly costlier by say 50euros, for a 30″ Birkin), but what you give up for sinewy ruggedness, you exponentially gain back in true tactile luxury.
