Saturday, August 20, 2016

The Case of Expensive Purse.

Part 3.

Several hundreds to several thousands dollars for a purse? It piqued my curiosity, I had to investigate. I found myself heading to one of the most exclusive department store in the area.

     The first encounter I had when I arrived at one of the department store’s  accessory section, was a duo of mother and her grown up daughter, who were busy perusing the handbags in the glass case and the ones that hung on nearby poles. The bags were tied together by a secure anti-thief rope.  
      “One hundreds fifty dollars. What do you think?” The mother lifted up a small handbag for her daughter inspection. 
     “Too small and too cheap.” The daughter answered. 
      Too, cheap?
     “How about this one, two hundreds and twenty five.” 
    The daughter glanced at the new handbag in her mother hand. “Mom, that purse looks like any other purse. Nobody will notice it as expensive purse, ok. Then what’s the point?” 
      The mother then turned to where I was standing two feet away.  “What do you think?” 
     I shrugged. I likes purses with few zippered pockets  on the body for easier access to store my keys, phone and other things. So far, I didn't see any of the handbag with pockets. 
    “I like handbag with a lots of pockets,” I told her.  
    The mother smiled to me. “Me, too.” 

     I kept looking at the variety of handbags. They did had price tags above one hundred dollars and beyond but to find handbags with thousands-dollars price tags, I had to go deeper into the exclusive department store. 

     The thousands-dollars handbags displayed completely in different manner than those hundreds-dollars one. They were all housed in glass cases. Few of them shared glass cases. But many more in their own glass cases . Their price tag averaging in two thousand dollars range, but few I’d seen had five thousand dollars and up. Some in vivid solid colors, mostly in every shade of blacks. Some were small, some were as big as the bag of the young woman in the park. Yet after few minutes inspection, I noticed neither of them had outside pockets. 

   When I asked the sales clerk about the lack of pockets on those purses, she explained,“These handbags are exclusive. The outside pocket will hinder its exclusive style.”
    "They are expensive. Do they last for long time?"
    ” They will last forever if you take very good care of it. Clean it only with solution that were specially made for it. Stores them properly when not in use.”
     
     I concluded ; expensive purses do exist. Expensive purses last as long as the owner takes good care of ithem, no different than  any other purses. From what I’d seen, expensive purses do not necessarily equal with "good and  strong” purse. Expensive purse usually purchased just for a show instead the practicality it offered.
   
      Is expensive purse worth to purchase? Depend who do you ask. 
      My answer is definitely ; No. 
      
 
    






 
     

 

     

Friday, August 19, 2016

The Case of Expensive Purse.

Part 2. 

What did a girl do when she saw something outrageous happened during her day off? Of course, talked about it with her coworker on the very next day.
    
     “The purse got to be an expensive purse.” My coworker commented after I told her what I saw in the park. 
    “I don't know. It had lots of bling bling, though. But still….that was outrageous, don't you think?” 
    “Did the purse have a big M.K. on it?"  
    Big M.K.?
     “Maybe. I don't know.”
    “Small gold key?” 
     Small gold key, on a purse? What for?
     “Don't know.”
     “Little LV, or big CC or DC all over the bag?” 
     I shook my head. “I honestly didn't remember anything particular about that purse except it had lot of bling bling and shaped like a pillow case with a small handle on top.” 
     My coworker laughed at my description. 
    “You don't know anything about good purse do you?” 
    “No, I don't. But I wouldn't care about my purse, good or bad,  more than I care about myself. If I were her, I would put that plastic bag on the bench, I and my son need to seat on something clean, not the purse.“ 
     My coworker shrugged. 
    “She had an expensive purse, she need to give it extra care.”
     “You keep saying expensive purse, how much is expensive?” 
     “Several hundreds to several thousands.” 
     “American dollars.?” 
     “Of course, silly.” 
      I shook my head in disbelieve ; why on earth people spend that much money on a purse ?
     
     You can't eat a purse, no good to stave your hunger. You can't wear a purse like a clothes, no good  in keeping your body warm or cool. A purse is not a pair of shoes which able to support your posture and prevent fatigue to your legs. Basically a purse is a bag to carry things you need, any strong bag will do the job. Why paid so much? 
    
    "Several hundreds to several thousands….are you sure?” I had to ask.
    My coworker nodded. 
    “Yup. Now you know, why they need to give it extra care. Some of them came with cleaning kit, too.“ 
    “Cleaning kit?” 
   “Yes….” My coworker dragged her word to show me how ridiculous it was of me not to know anything about “good” “expensive” purse.  
     “Cleaning kit specially made to clean the expensive purse. You don't want to spend that much money on a purse and let it get dirty, would you?” 
     I shook my head, once more. 
   
     No, I wouldn't spend that much money on a purse which basically a bag with no other use but carrying your belonging. 
    No, I wouldn't spend my time “caring” for a purse, I have better things to care for. 
    If, I have to  spend that much hard-earned money on a purse, that purse must know how to clean itself and….lay golden eggs. Then I would call that purse ......
     ...... a remarkably " good” purse. 
    
      
  

The Case of Expensive Purse.

Part 1. 

The breeze was gentle. The early-summer’s sky was clear and blue. I was sitting on the wooden bench at the downtown’s small park, enjoying ice cream I bought from the creamery at the corner of the park, when this young woman  and her small boy entered my view. 
     She was medium in high. Slim, but has the right curves at the right places. (Natural, padded, pushed-up bra, or surgery, who know?). The summer’s pantsuit she wore looked like one that recently popped up from a Macy’s catalog. The straps of her sandal, her purse, her fingers, wrists and her neck adorned  more bling bling than the summer’s sun. Understandably I have to blink twice before I could divert my eyes from her. Her small boy wore the same fashionable outfit like his mother, shunned the bling bling. As I had, they too,  had purchased ice cream from the corner’s creamery. Mine was in the cone, theirs were in the cups. 
     The little boy ran to the wooden bench across the walkway from mine. Hurriedly climbing the bench, ignoring the trash scattered atop the bench left by previous occupant, promptly took his seat then started to reach for the tiny spoon in his ice cream cup…
       “Hold on, honey. Hold this, please.” His mother shoved her own cup to the boy’s free hand. The boy looked at his mother, protest in his eyes but what choice did he have? He hold his mother’s ice cream cup while eyeing the ice cream in his cup with full longing. 
      The mother then took her seat next to the boy. Placed her purse on her lap, the boy handed back her ice cream cup, but wait…..the mother wasn't ready for it. She needed to do something first. 
      Another protest in the boy’s eyes, “ The ice cream is melting.” he pleaded.
     Ignoring her little boy plead, the woman  opened her purse, took a small cloth-bag from it, opened a small cloth-bag, retrieved a neatly folded plastic bag from it, opened the plastic bag, carefully placed her purse inside the plastic bag, placed the purse which then enclosed safely in a plastic bag on the empty spot next to her, then and just then….. she took her ice cream cup back from her son. 
      “Thanks you, honey.” She smiled at her son then begun eating her ice cream. 
      But…but….I had to blink twice and forced my self to swallow chunk of ice cream which  was stuck in my throat. 
      Is this woman for real? 
      She didnt care how dirty the bench was when her boy flopped himself onto it. 
      She didnt care how dirty the bench was when she flopped herself on it. 
      But….
       …..she cared when her purse going to be place on that same dirty bench!!!
      I never thought I would see the day when a human being treated a purse more precious than themselves and their own child. 
      Outrageous!!!
     

Tuesday, August 9, 2016

What is this blog about.

Do you ever feel the behavior of your fellow mates on this planet really outrageous? She did that? Really? Wow, I couldnt believe he really was that stupid. Oh, that was unbelievable!!! What a blasphemy!! How many time did we run into that statement? In my case, often enough.

Some of those event filled me with the need to be out of here. Out of this Earth, distance myself from the other earthlings. Dreamed about lounging on the moon in my pj, wrapped cozily in soft hamock wich swing gently, while my eyes feasted on the dark sky, seeing the miracle of creation. The full-of-life blue Earth. One of a kind in this humongous galaxy.and beyond. The magnificently beautiful Earth. In those time, I wasn't in hurry to get back to Earth  and the ugly earthlings that inhabitates it. 

But, some of those events, the words said to me, the deeds done upon me, catapult my mind to the moon : a deserted , barren, lonely, devoid-of-living, devoid-of-love, kind of place.  And  of course in those moments I desperately longed to go back to Earth as soon as I could. 

So, this blog To The Moon And Back, is my way to vent my feelings, opinions, complaints and myriad other things crowded my mind. Delivered by me in my not so perfect English.I hope this blog will un-crowded my mind and also open a new window  to whomever reading it. Different window, looking at the same object with the same eyes but seeing slightly different view. 

Thanks you.