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The Céline Trio Bag

The Céline Trio bag has been in my head for a long time now, a very long time, and showed no sign of leaving. I was on the Bijenkorf waiting list for this little jewel, and expected it to take months to arrive. That’s what I thought anyway, that you’d be on the waiting list for months, secretly forget and then be overjoyed when they finally called and announced it’s arrival. In actual fact, I didn’t even have to wait a week. Issey, our designer was at the Bijenkorf coincidentally and called me up hysterically. The Céline was there. That was fast.

I rushed to the store in haste, and found Issey and Céline waiting for me. Issey took Céline junior in her hands and I cradled Céline. Because I was in a rush, still had to go through the carwash, the sales process happened very quickly. Oh yeah, something small happened in-between. Céline slipped out of my hands for a moment, which left a teeny tiny little dent in the leather. Bijenkorf, I strongly advise against making display shelves with rounded edges, this could have been averted. Or at least not been quite so bad. I convinced myself that no-one would see the dent in the shiny new leather, or if they did, that it would make the bag even more unique. I mean, you wouldn’t toss your child aside because it had a birthmark.

Oh yeah, something small happened in-between. Céline slipped out of my hands for a moment, which left a teeny tiny little dent in the leather.

The buying process was not particularly spectacular (should have gone to Paris). Céline was placed in her dust-bag and then in a (regular Bijenkorf) bag, then I hurried on to my appointment with Tom Sebastian. When I got there, we all admired my newest buy for the first ten minutes, stroked and kissed it, which made me feel good. Actually not, because I wanted to enjoy her by myself first. Which I finally did at home. I rehashed the entire sales process to my boyfriend, who surprisingly enough, listened to the complete story, and did not ask about the price after seeing my happiness and joy. No, he knows only too well that this Céline has a value and not a price. What he did mention though was the dent in the leather. OOPS. I felt terrible about it, but didn’t show it. I left to make us a drink, came back and there was my Céline proudly sitting on the table, without dent. How did he fix it? No idea, but you’ll understand when I say that I am now the happiest person ever. With both of them.