No, I was actually miserable.
When I lived in New York, I had a friend who always looked so polished and composed. With her job at a reputable investment bank backed by a degree from a prestigious college, I admired her lifestyle and always wanted to be like her. Although I was leading quite an occupied life myself with a full time job while going to school full time, whenever I would look at myself to see where I was, I’d be terribly disappointed with how behind I was compared to her in every sense: style-wise, career-wise, bling-wise, etc, etc… I remember constantly being hit by these depression-like symptoms every time I’d come home from spending time with her. When I would tag along on her 5th Avenue shopping spree, I would try my best to look a bit more upscale but fail miserably… We’d walk into Louis Vuitton where I’d be awestruck by the beauty and magnificence of such art pieces. I’d get really nervous whenever a sales person would approach me, and be scared to death to even get a chance to touch some of their amazing products. This will sound pathetic, but I wanted to be one of those people who’d walk into a store like that and buy these ridiculously-priced products like they were cereals on grocery store shelves. That’s what drove me to work and study harder at the time. I wanted the monetary power to own all those beautiful things and join the ranks of fabulously stylish New Yorkers.
Fast-forward couple years (yup, you guessed right! A LOT happened in those “couple years”), I finally set my hands on this baby:
Louis Vuitton Monogram Multicolor Speedy 30 (which obviously needs a wash; LOL)
I fell in love the first time I saw it in this stylish lady’s hand on my flight back to California. It had already been a bit ‘played-out’ by the time I decided to purchase it but even the newest Multicolor model didn’t faze me. This was the only Vuitton I wanted and there, I had it. Ahh- how I cherished my very first moments with Murakami… then I went to Maui and found its twin at a lower price (Tax is lower there). I snatched it, and returned the first one I bought upon my arrival in Cali. Can you tell that I really am obsessed with getting bargains?! Is there anyone else who does that? Join the crew!
So here is the verdict on its long-term value… I still love the bag, but not as much as I did when I first laid my hands on it. Hence it’s very unlikely that I will be paying ridiculous money for another bag anytime soon… then again, the definition of “ridiculous money” varies… lol
I’m a bit saddened by the fact that it’s become truly challenging to find a picture of the REAL Multicolor nowadays. Literally thousands of images were displayed when I did an image search on Google, yet not one was authentic (Not sure about above one’s authenticity either; actually, now that I look at it, it looks fake.. bleh-). What a disgrace to Murakami and Vuitton.
Anyhow, to conclude my story, do I feel better about myself because of the acquisition? Yes, I feel much better and comfortable about myself than I did back in my NYC days, but not because of the bag, but because I’ve come to an enlightenment that God loves me, and that life is more than about having nice bags and shoes (though I still do enjoy their company from time to time. :D).
