Bags Fetish

I once heard a saying goes like this, "Accessories are what separate us from the animals." In fact, in Singapore, designer handbags are what differentiate us from -- no one. Everyone seems to be lugging some sort of designer bags down the street of Orchard Road, of course, giving them the benefits of doubt that they are AUTHENTIC.

Walking down Orchard Road, I’ll see jeans-clad women of all ages carrying the latest ‘Neverfull’, classic ‘Speedy’ from Louis Vuitton, the zero-value Gucci (since they have sales yearly), and for-aunties-only Coach -- and we're not talking knockoffs. Price tags of $800 to well over $1,000 don't seem to faze even the youngest bag-crazed fan.

Me? I always have a soft spot, a super duper soft one for designer handbags.

How do I know?
Here are some typical symptoms:
1. sleepless nights, keep thinking about the bag which you intend to buy
2. all your existing bags seems to be of the wrong size, you swear you need the bag of that size
3. suddenly your clothes can't go well with your existing collections
4. any ‘important’ function is coming, and you have got no bags! ‘Important’ function can be a simple gathering with ex-classmates, or even visiting the vet.
5. always thinking, “But, I just might need this one…”

Sometimes, it's more likely I'd be looking at someone else’s bag and I thought it really tells me who this person is.

What is wrong with me?

The story goes all the way back to about 13 years ago. I remembered I got my first so called designer bag from my Mum; it was the ELLE school bag, the staple brand for all school gals, and which I simply had to have. I was absolutely fascinated. I walked into school lifting my head up.

Of course, no one will stop at one designer bag. Eventually my bag closet started to welcome ‘new members’ bi-monthly or every half a year, there were more ELLE then JPG and then famous Sonia Rykiel. I was so infatuated that I almost wanted to alter my name to Rykiel Wong (how cool?).

Of course when I came out to work, naturally that would mean more spending power. I started teaching tuitions since secondary school days and I bought my first LV sling bag during poly year 1. I swear I was possessed by some LV genies. But hey, LV bags actually appreciate after so many years, at least this assured me that spending on LVs are not sheer waste of extravagant splurging.

A decade of frivolity of shopping, resulted in one LV after another, about 5 Gucci bags (some of which are thrown away cause they are beyond ‘cleaning’), a Chanel Cambon, a Burberry’s etc. Recently, the obsession got out of control again. Bags of hundred over bucks did not satisfy me any more. I started looking at bags that falls into the thousands categories.

It’s never easy to live with an obsession. From time to time you’ve got to give in. Yes, there are times when I am weak and…

Latest in stock (check out my valid reasons too):
Gucci (for my part time degree), Fendi Mini Spy (for work), LV Speedy (cheaper alternative for daily work), Prada (for lugging Ziv’s stuff) and Chloe Paddington (to fulfill my dream of having one).


I can have a bad hair day, a fat day, or just a sad day but I can never go wrong with the perfect bag and I can never have too many.