Mommy and I braved the weekend crowds and hopped into Chanel. We had bags to send for repair. One had a faint discoloration happening in patches and the other had frayed straps.
To our pleasant surprise, Chanel was able to change the straps of one on the spot. But for the other, it had to go for a 'consultation' with the head office in Paris before they could determine the next step of action.
While we waited, of course we looked at other bags. We couldn't tear our eyes off a pink monstrosity replete with a furry top that this woman was fingering. All my insides were screaming, "Don't buy it, woman!". But when I saw her furry pink shoes, I understood why she would even consider buying it.
Anyway, it was kinda dangerous to let me loose in a Chanel boutique. I'm not even sure why these bags attracted me. One was really light and looked great as a travel bag on Mommy. I had the sales executive wrap up another. Told you I really like black. It wasn't a bag I needed. Oh well. I don't have a 2.55 in lambskin black for casual wear and squish. *shrug*
5 comments:
great service. but then, that's expected i guess.
it looks like a wonderful weekend spent with the mommy!
Really? No black among the collection?
That is a very very elegant looking bag.
tuti: a nice Sunday indeed.
lilsnooze: there are blacks. just not in lambskin. :)
jomel: hmmmm. it used to be. now not really. when you're here, keep a lookout- you'll notice every other woman in town is carrying it, and every other young one is carrying a fake one.
that's true! too many fakes around!
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