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.

Imagine a heady aroma of gently toasted oak, calf skin that feels butter-smooth to the touch. Matte and fine-grained, Swift soaks in colour like a sponge.

Because of its softness, Swift is often misunderstood as a leather that is predisposed to scratches and can’t stand up to daily normal usage. I beg to differ. I don’t baby my Swift bags, and they have surprised me with their resilience. I even walk with them under a light shower (not recommended, but I had no choice!) Just dab off the raindrops with a tissue.

There’s only one scuff, between the two bags. It’s on the side of my Birkin, that’s not even noticeable till you hold the bag up to the light. And we’re talking about my workhorse that goes with me on public transportation 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.

Could you for example, imagine this Kelly Pochette in Clemence?

You may occasionally see Gold, Black, Blue Jean, Rouge Birkins on the shelves (overseas), but this signature colour is hard to come by. Buttery, sun-drenched Orange. To take it home today, email or message me.