When I was 7 or 8, my grandmother gifted me this Coach bag. The deep red suede bucket bag with a long cross body strap was a curious choice for a child. I remember taking it out of the packaging and holding the strap level with my eyes and the bag resting on the floor. It was giant for me at age 7 (maybe 8). And at that age, the significance of such a beautiful bag was completely lost on me. I promptly dumped it with the rest of my toys and dress up clothing. I used it occasionally to store my blocks or drag it behind me as I played pretend with my friends. And then, for a very long time, the bag was squashed and forgotten in the laundry room.
I don’t remember how or why – but I pulled it from it’s little forgotten corner of the laundry room and hung it in my room. It hung in my room for years, until I finally thought to unbuckle one end of the long strap and double it back to turn it into a shoulder bag. Since then my “forgotten” bag has turned into a very well loved wardrobe staple.
There isn’t quite anything like this bag anymore – after all, I have had it for over two decades. The color and size are now perfect for me… and even after weathering my childhood abuse, the bag is still beautiful and I adore it the more for it.
Red is one of my favorite colors to wear, so this bag is often on my shoulder.
Tell me in the comments if you have something in your wardrobe that has a meaningful story too!!
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